Well, my Sunday pretty much stank. Since I kept puking up my foods, I had to go to the VET first thing in the morning.
My beans took my foods away from 10:00am - 7:00pm on Saturday cause of my puking (at the VET's evil suggestion). Then mommy gave me a couple pieces at 7. I puked them up. She waited until 9:30 and gave me a couple more. I puked them up. So, no more food for me! Other than the puking I've been fine.
So, off to the VET I went. I got "sedated" not just "gassed" so I could have bloodwork done and an XRay. No issues (my bladder was a little distended) showed up on either. That is good news.
I had to get fluids, they "expressed" my bladder and gave me shots. It royally stank (I cleaned up my language for the lady cats and kittens who visit me), but the worst part is the VET said no food until 8:00PM!! I was staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarving already.
Adding insult to injury, they trimmed my beautiful claws while I was sleeping. My beautiful claws that did this to my mommy's arm while she shoved my in my PTU.
So, I get home, staggering like a drunken sailor and all glassy eyed. My daddy said "for $350 dollars, you'd better enjoy that high buddy." I did. I really did. Bendrix was leaping thru the meadow with the pink hippos in tutus and I saw a giant rat wearing a cape that is "the head of an evil corporation." It was great.
Here is a picture of me once I got my legs under me and climbed into my command center. Like most House Panthers, I feel safer up high.
Luckily my mommy felt bad enough for me to not take any video or pictures of me that were embarrassing.
The icing on the cake was that although the Bengals put up a valient effort, they still lost. sigh