It's not really my turn to post this week, but Trixie and Caspurr agreed to let me, so I could tell you all about the Traumatic Time I have had over the last few days!
It's all Mummy's fault for being so careless, really. I mean, She knows that Lilies are Furry, Furry Dangerous to kitties! She had Introoders for afternoon tea on Furrsday, and they brought her flowers. The flowers included lilies. Now, Mummy knows lilies are poisonous for Us, but since She had shut Us up in the bedroom, and the only vase tall enough for the lilies was also in the bedroom, she put the bouquet of flowers down on the dining-room table, meaning to arrange them later, after the Introoders had gone.
But after Mummy had given them tea and Chocolate Cream Cake, the Introoders asked if She could let Us out, because they wanted to meet Us. So Mummy (who by now had furr-gotten that She had left the flowers on the table) opened the bedroom door and I came shooting out. I was furry friendly with the Introoders, especially the Lady Introoder, but Caspurr and Trixie stayed in the bedroom. Then, after a while, because I was so Good and Quiet, Mummy almost furr-got I was there until She turned round for a moment and saw Me with my head inside the cellophane wrapping of the bouquet. She got into a Terrible Tizz, whisked the flowers away and put them in the bathroom, behind a closed door.
After that, Trixie also ventured out, and sat on the radiator, but Caspurr remained hidden in the bedroom till the Introoders had gone. Then Mummy found the tall vase and started arranging the pretty flowers and noticed that one of the lily leaves seemed to have toothmarks. So she got in a Tizz again and phoned Dr. Einat to find out who was the Emergency V-e-t that evening. Dr. Einat said it was okay to wait till the following morning and in the meantime, to give Me something with lots of salt in it to make Me vomit. So that's what Mummy did - only I didn't vomit. But it did make Me furry thirsty so I drank a lot and that also worried Mummy. And then Mummy started checking up on the internet and read that salt is no longer recommended to make kitties vomit because that too is bad for our kidneys.
Anyway, Mummy dragged Me off to the v-e-t furrst thing Friday morning and that's when My Real Trauma started.
Kitties! The v-e-t stabbed Me in the leg with a horrid, sharp needle and stole my bloods. And then she stabbed Me in another leg and connected Me up to a long, plastic tube which was attached to a plastic bag, with some kind of liquid in it, and I was imprisoned there the whole morning, while that liquid dripped into me. I thought I was being poisoned! And Mummy went away and left Me there for a gazillion hours and there was a Woofie on the floor next to My Prison Cage, who was getting antibiotics and he didn't even want to talk to Me. So I was Bored, in addition to effurrything else!
When Mummy finally came back, the v-e-t took the tube off my leg and that also took ages and ages, because She had fixed it on so furr-mly, to make sure I didn't pull it out. It took three people to hold Me down while the v-e-t removed the tube - Dr. Einat and her assistant and Mummy also.
Then Mummy took Me home in a taxi and we waited for the results of my blood tests. Dr. Einat phoned Mummy in the afternoon as soon as she got a reply from the lab.
Well, kitties (and woofies and other anipals - and Humans too)!
We are all furry relieved to say that my blood tests showed that effurrything was normal. No damage to My Kidneys.
But my Dignity! That's Another Matter Entirely. Not to mention the Trauma!
It'll be a long time before I furr-give Mummy! As for the Evil V-e-t... Do you know, she actually had the chutzpah to say I am overweight?!!
Anyway, it's now midday Sunday and I feel fine, as we told the v-e-t's assistant who just phoned to enquire how I am doing. Mummy has put the pretty flowers in the bathroom, where they go beautifully with the decor, She says. They have opened up now, more than you can see in the picture.
Now I am going to get back to the Impawtant Business of Life - napping! Dictating such a long bloggie to My Secretary has tired Me out.
See you all next week.
The Mighty Shimshon (Shimshi for short)
