Poor animals, I think, suffering through what they don't understand although we only mean the best. Poor animals, I think, as I watch my cat tumble about in the little box from which she can see only the turbulent world around her. Poor animals, I think, when I get to the waiting room and watch other animals stumble, limp, lay near-to lifeless, completely depending on their owners to make them feel better while keeping them safe from whatever else is around them that they don't understand. Poor animals.
So, they trust us, they love us, they know we always bring them back home (at least those of us that aren't cold, heartless losers: http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/world/buffalo-man-marinated-his-live-cat-in-peppers-and-chili/story-e6frev00-1225904044530). But still my kitten, 19.5 year old three-coloured cat, was crying as if she thought we were never bringing her back home. Confused, rattled, uncomfortable, she stood up but fell back down because of the rattling taxi that drove quickly, trying to be careful at the same time.
And so, as we got home from the vet, my kitten hurried out of the little box and strolled around in a big circle, finally plumping herself onto the ground on her usual corner. She gave us some "I'll never forgive you" looks, and some "It's not hurting anymore" looks, but the long lasting look was "When will this gross feeling go away?!?" and came to sit next to us, putting her head in our hands for comfort.
Throughout the day her behaviour was strange. Constantly running around looking for something or someone, my kitty had no idea that her medicine was probably making her react to things she otherwise never even noticed.
Now, evening, all better in cat town, she's back to her cuddling and trusting self. My kitten has eaten, drank, slept, and even ate her medicine with only slight contest. Good work kitty.
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Poor little old lady feels so much better today. She ate her medicine.. she probably did not notice it... or she is smart. Pick one...
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