Boots, the Kat, Visits the Vet...

[Cinder & Smoke]

But they say I'm gonna be OK

I'z still gonna be OK, we think ;
But I had a kupla relapses...
Skip down to 7/26 fur an uppy-date...

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Herrow, All ~
It's me, Boots the Kat ~ Pawin out this Tail muself ~

My problem started a few weeks ago -
Wanderd in the baffroom to say Hi to Dad wun mornin. Felt the need to pee; so's I jumped inna sand box an hunkered down ta do it. Nuffin came out . Changed my mind after a minnit and left a smelley wun in anudder corner. Dad cleaned it up and furgot bout the no-pee thing.

Now me an Dad have this thing bout how long a box a sand otta last... When *I* think it's time for a change - I leave him a note (pee onna floor rite side the box - where he'll step in it!)
Guess I'z been leavin *notes* purdy offin lately - Sunday mornin, to be exact; after he washed the box Friday nite. Oopsie!! Dad wuz really !
Spent all Sunday locked inna bafroom.
Mundee mornin Dad comes in - no damp sand; but the rug is kinda *damp*. Uh-Oooh!
Jumped inna sand box an tried to pee as a show of good intent ~ Nuffin camed out...
Spent Mundee locked inna bafroom.

Mundee nite Dad checks - no damp sand. And then I *escapes* the baffroom. While I wuz *out* - Strange Damp Spot appears inna livin room (detected by a Daddy sock footsie). When I hear'd the **KAT!!!** I jumped inna fallin wadder klozet an waited fur the baffroom door *SLAM*!
Nudder nite in jail.

Tusdee morning; no damp sand - spent the day in jail again.
Tusdee nite I left a *note* onna floor in front a the sink - quickly note by Dad's socky foot. Any guess where I spent the nite? Yep - baffroom jail.

This mornin Dad comes in an I run over *purrrrin* up a storm, head bumpies, an leg rubbin. Jumped up an grab sum krunch frum my bowl onna vanity top; then hops down ta do sum sand box werk. Nuffin happenz.
Dad grabz the dinger phone and calls the Vet - no wun there yet... While he's leavin a message; I'z feelin the *need* so's I back up ta the klozet door an let go wiffa BIG squirt. *That* prompted anudder call the the Vet - I wus due at 12:30.
Dad sopped up the pee an put it inna baggie to take wiff us.

Got stuffed inna duffel sack and off we ALL went to the Shop. Neat place - TONS a stuff on desks and cabinets that need shufflin around. The Lab called early an said they had a no-show; so's we're due at 10:30. Dad finally *found* me an dusted off the cobby-webs and I gotz re-stuffed inna bag for the trip.

I wuz good wiffa nice guy (Doc Mike) inna Green skrubby shirt (how kum ya call em White Coats?) Wuz *purrrrrin* the hole time - eben when he stuck the thermie-meter stick up my rear end.

Gotz an owie-stick inna neck an Doc Mike showed Dad how ta jam a pill anna half down past my chomperz. Doc sez I gotz a *Urinary Infekshun* anna lil *fevur*; but I shud be OK after the biotik pills are gone in 10 dayz. He sez mebee Dad otta change the sand a lil more sooner - so's I dont get an atti-tude... Told ya, Dad!

I gotz dumped inna office and the Muttz got to go ta Petz Suppliez Plus ta pick up fresh sand for me. Cinner sez they gotz a new chewie bone an I gotz a new hi-side sand box (wiffa LID ) AND a new portable jail/carrier box - JEST what I wanted! Where's my TREATz?

Had a GREAT time inna Shop while they wuz gone shoppin - gotz a LOT of Dad's *stuff* moved around and onna floor... They brung the lil jail box in for the trip home - Good Luck stuffin me in THAT!

Most furgotz - Dad fixed up a sand box fur me here atta shop - lil plastik tub wiff sum sand - I hopped in an did a nice pee when they gotz back! Got a lotta *Good Kat* praise fur that!

Not gonna like life atta Ranch fur a while ~
Durn Doc Mike sez ta keep me *konfined* inna baffroom till I show that I'z back to a regelur *pee* routine inna sand box. Dad's gotta make sure I go *pee* ebber day an keep drinkin wadder. Dad sez I gotta sit inna lil jail box while he warshez the baffroom floor anna rug. And I dont get the rug back! Gotta sleep inna sink bowl onna towel!
NUTZ!

Dad better member to put my dope bag of *nip*, my toidy paper tubes, an sum krumpled up paper wads inna baffroom fur me to play wiff! Else I'll paw off the hole roll of toidy paper an filp his toofy brush onna floor!

I'z hungree - letz head fur the Ranch...

I'll ME-Ow at'cha all Laterz... (this puter pawin is Phunn!)

/s/ Boots, the Kat!

[sasvermont]

Dear Boots,

We are so sorry that it took so many notes for your Dad to sense something was wrong. I bet you didn't write dark enough. You know, sometimes humans just don't think like cats.

We hope you have a speedy recovery and that you get out of jail really soon.

Love,

Graemer, Miley and Gabe

[Pam]

Gee Boots we're sorry you're not feelin' too good. We're hopin' you gots a nice window there in the baffroom to look out of to help pass the time away while you are incarcerated! Hope the pills make you good as new and your plumbing starts workin' again the way it should. Your pals, Trevor and Andy

[zippy-kat]

Deer Mizzer Tuxie-Boots,

Itz Sophie Bunnie. It jist ain't been a gudz day at allz has it? I iz real sorriez youz gotsta yournairy infektionz. It don't soundz funz at allz! I hopez you getz better reel soonz!

When Mom and I started for gammaw and gampawz houze diz afternoonz, the regoolar Mizzer Border Pawtrol wuzn't dar. I waz sittin' on Mom's lappiez and waitin' fer him to tellz me how purrtyz I was but instead he asked Mom, "Whazz on your lap? A rat?!" I like rattiez, but puh-leaze! Rattiez don't have long beautious earz of velvoot! Or a cute LIL' tail (which Mom sez will you get youz a long wayz in diz worldz! )

Mom sez I gotz to make diz quickie cos we're gonna go to bedz soon. Just cos Mom iz tiredz doezn't mean I iz.

I hope you feelz betterz soon!!

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

[momoffuzzyfaces]

Poor Boots, I and my four cat boys hope you are all better soon. 3 of them have had UTI too. The medicine made them all better. Hope yours does too. You and Pet Talk's Fister will need to swap stories 'cause sounds like he has the same thing. You should hear what they want to do to HIM!! All fingers and paws crossed here for your speedy return to health.

[Freckles]

Boots, sorry you had to resort to puddle notes to get your Dad's attention, but sounds like things will be under control soon.
See if you can talk him into trying Worlds's Best Cat Litter It's a little spendy but if Dad will scoop out the unmentionables a couple of times a day, he'll find the remaining litter doesn't collect odors. I've even sniff tested (very carefully) month old litter and there is NO catty odor. Good luck with old Dad!

[Randi]

Hello Boots!

It sounds like you have the same problem as I do! But don't you worry, we're gonna be OK soon!! Since I overheard what the planning was for me, I thought it was for the best to show them, so I've just been in my litterbox and done a good pee - I didn't cover it up this time to make sure they noticed! I hear that they'll ring the guy in the white coat tomorrow and make arrangements for me, so I'm being real good now! You show your dad what you're able to do and he'll surrender. But make sure not to get locked in the bathroom again. Go and lay on top of him and purr as loud as you can and he'll forget all about it!

I sure hope you'll be feeling a lot better real soon!!

Loud purrs and headbumpies from
Fister!

[krazyaboutkatz]

I'm so sorry to here that you're not feeling well Boots. Storm, Pepper, and Sunny wish you well and hope that you have a speedy recovery. Please keep us posted. Good luck. All fingers and paws are crossed here.

[lynnestankard]

Hiya Bootz - thiz iz Bagel - doin' 'puter stuff agen - to say that me an' the two boyz is sufferin' wif youz! Wot theze hoomans does to uz is terruble and if we lived clozer to youz we'd cum and break you outta your prizon!! Dat's reel crule bein' locked up - jus coz you gotta pee problum. Jus tek the tablits you Daddy is gonna stuff down you froat every day and you'll be well soon and outta dat prizon.
Oh Oh - Mum's comin' bak - gotta go. Hope da basin's cumfy xx

Purrs and Miaows from

Bagel and Ketchum and Dan
xx

[tatsxxx11]

Wow, what a water works dilemma, Boots!! That'll show yer Dad what the con-c-quences are when he don't keep yer "facilities" up to snuff Me and Oliver are keepin our paws crossed that yer medicine and "bowl time" will get ya back on all 4 paws and whizzin up a storm real soon! Love, yer pals, Mr. B and Oliverrrrrrrrrrrr!

[Cinder & Smoke]

Boots, the Kat, here by way of the Muttz ~

I'z talkin frum my baffroom jail cell to CinDip and SmudgePot - out inna hallway. Hope they member all this stuff ~

Thankz! to all my FurBuds fur writin their notes and sayin Hi! Fister: Hope yer Hoominz dropped that plan they had fur You! Uggggh!
Sophie: Did ya stick yer tongue out at the dumm Pawtrol Guy? A'rat' - whudda nerb!

Wenzday nite we all decided to head fur the Ranch - and I gotz to try out my new portable jail transport box... Phunn time had by all.

Dad tries stuffin me in backwards onna level floor = NOT! After the dust an fur settled; Cinder sez: "Dad, yer leakin red stuff onna arm bonez!"

Dad rounded Kat up and tried a head-on approach.
More red leaks onna armz. Found the Kat again an tried the Pet Talk Way - Box sittin upright wiffa door pointin up - stuff back legz in an *drop* Kat; quickly slam door. Kat's IN.

Smoke - ya member how many times Kat rolled the box over? Bet it wuz 2 or 3 komplete rolls!
Dad sez only a half-roll - Kat wound up uppy-side down. (And protesting , LOUDLY.)

Gotz home an Dad started warshin down the baffroom floor an put the (damp) rug inna garage.
Kat released inna clean baffroom jail cell wiffa new sand box. Kat eatz half a bowl of krunch while muttering.

Damp sand and poopiez found inna new sand box Thurzday AM & evening = good sign. Dad agrees to parole Kat at nite wiffa condition - stayz onna string leash held by Dad...

Not a purdy site! Kat turnz on 4-Paw Drive and headz for cover - unner the end table wiff magazeenz onna shelf. Twenny magz scattered; anna string wrapped round the table legz a dozen wrapz;
Kat skreemin like he'z bein strangled...

Order restored; Kat agreez to rest on Dad's lappy inna kliner chair. Eben startz *purrrrin*.

Pill time is ebry mornin. Took a while Thurzday - Dad tried our new pill-popper plunger thingy - but Doc Mike made it look a hole lot eazier kuz Dad had me pinned onna table! I finally agreed to lettin em go downa hatch after he pinned my butt onna vanity top wiffa arm an pried my chomperz open wiff dat same handpaw - he used da udder paw to pop the popper plunger. Sheeeze - Doc dint jam it THAT far down!

Sumbuddie axed - bout the view fromma jail... Ain't no burdz ta see kuz there ain't no view! No winnow inna baffroom. I'z prolly gonna ko-operate an use the new sand box allua time - hope that'll spring me inna few more dayz. Got so *smushed* rubbin onna *nip* baggy I almost dint hear the gang kum home on Thurzday!

I'll try ta make sum damp sand soon'z I hear em pull in tanite. That'll make pointz wiff Dad.

Tankz, ebberbuddie, fur thinkin of me.
*Mi-Owww* at'cha All Later...

/s/ Boots, the Kat

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Cinder & Smokey here ~
That'z bout whut Bootsie tell'd us unner the jail cell door this mornin. Hope we gotz most of it rite !

[Rachel]

Boots, I hope you are feeling better and you and Dad have signed a truce (not in blood though). By the time you read this here's hoping you've been sprung and can go back to patroling the ranch house and supervising the Cinder and Smoke critters.

Hannah wants to tell you she went to the white coats today and came up with lots of new moves to avoid them doing stuff to you that you don't want to have done, but I says *No way, bad enough that Tucker saw those.*

[lizbud]

Dear Boots the Kat,

I'm glad you're feeling better.It's sure no fun to be
"jailed" in the bathroom. Take all your pills and get all
better. O. K.? Just want to tell you that I agree the
Patrol person is a NERB ,big time.

[zippy-kat]

Mizzer Bootzie,

We iz jist wonderin' how u iz. We hopez u iz gud 'n feelin' betterz dan eberz.

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

[momoffuzzyfaces]

Originally posted by zippy-kat
Mizzer Bootzie,

We iz jist wonderin' how u iz. We hopez u iz gud 'n feelin' betterz dan eberz.

Luv,
Sophie Bunnie

We iz wunderin' too! Chester, Leonardo, Luke, Leroy (Momoffuzzyfaces katz)