Well Kitties...I have something TERRIBLE to tell you all today. My Mommy is a FIBBER! That's right, as in NOT telling the truth.
Here's what happened. I was supposed to go see the Kind & Gentle Dr. St. John on the 10th, but I got a reprieve...she was stuck in England by volcanic ash. (whatever that is!) Then I was going to have to go on the 14th, but she wasn't back yet! So I hoped that Mommy would forget all about it. Hey, I'm barely limping and I run around like my tail's on fire...a guy can hope.
Well, I'm looking around the Cat Blogosphere yesterday and I see Mommy posted thet I'd be going to the v-e-t on Tuesday, the 27th. OK, that gives me plenty of time to hide, right?
Mommy got home from work Sunday, and I'm bebopping around, tail in the air, all happy to see her when suddenly I see the PTU! Oh no! You know the drill...open PTU, stuff victim in, listen to prisoner sing the entire five hours to the vet. (Felix, it was only 15 minutes!) It was pretty busy at the v-e-t so Daddy took me out of the PTU and I sat on his lap like a good ManCat...as if I was going to move!
We finally went into the private torture room where I snooped around and whiffed all the strange smells. Nothing too interesting, so I hopped up behind Daddy on the chair and curled up to wait. And then Dr. St. John was there! I remembered her so I didn't growl or hiss. She felt my knee and watched me walk and gave me some GREAT pettings. According to her my knee is doing great! I'm healing a little slower than she expected, but my patella feels firmly in place. My weight was perfect and my heart sounds were good. So unless something happens, like the limp getting worse (which it won't--you should see me run around like a wild thing) I'm a free ManCat! Mommy is going to start me on Cosequin for Cats this week, we'll see how that goes.
So thanks to all of your purrs and the fabulous Dr. St. John, I'm well on the road to my regular Ornery Ornj self!
Love and Headbutts, Felix