Today the Mom Lady Person says, “White One, you don’t have to go to work today, you had a pretty bad night”
It was true, all night I was dreaming and crying ‘mew, mew, mew’ and shaking my hurt leg. She thinks that remembering what happened to me is very upsetting, giving me nightmares. I am a lucky kitten because I have a pillow and a blanket on the big bed, right beside the Mommy and she will reach out and cuddle me up when I an crying. So I am staying at home today, playing with my toys and eating my dinners. But I still remember how alone and lost I felt after my furry mom lost me, I got hurt bad, and then The Lady left me at a place. That was the first time I was at a ‘place’ called the vet place. Before I was just outside, on the dirt, trying to find some foods, a drink of water and looking for my furry mom so I didn’t know what a place was and was scared to be at one.
White Ones Story Continues.
A cazillion days later the Lady came back to get me, made the Dad Man give the vet place all his green papers to ransom me out of there and I went in the car to the Lady’s house. She made me a bed on her big bed, with a pillow and a heated blanket. It was comfortable. I had a cone on my neck and a cast on my leg: she gave me medicine in a dropper every 2 minutes and I slept all the time. Sometimes she carried me to the potty box and the foods dish and she gave me a bath because the cone didn’t let me do my own bath. My broken leg was stuck out in a straight line. so I couldn’t walk, and the medicine made me dizzy, so I just went to sleep for another cazillion days.
Then one day I had to get into this suitcase thing and go back to the vet place where they took more pictures of my leg, ripped the cast off then put another one on me, saying something about growing… and more medicine…and all my 150 stitches were looking good, and the paper they stuck to my tummy could come off: I was afraid I had to stay at the place again, but the Lady waited til they were done torturing me and took me back in the suitcase to her house. My leg hurted me and I throwed up all night after that awful experience.
The Mom Lady took me back to the vet place the next day to see why I was throwing up and they gave me more meds to stop that. So now I had dropper fulls of meds every 5 seconds, but the pain stopped, I wasn’t sick anymore and I just let the Mom put the stuff in my mouth
A week later I got another cast…more growing I guess, when they weighed me I was 51/2 pounds and had a little fat tummy. My stitches came out, that hurted me alot and I was crying. “Let me out of here, I want my mommy, I want to go home.” So the Dad Man gave the vet place more green papers so I went home, back to my own little pillow and blanket and my Mommy.