Catnip Is For LosersOne Cat`s Viewpoint

Yeah, I’ve been on some pretty high-powered, extremely experimental and crazy dangerous medication for the past week. This stuff is so toxic that the Big Guy has to wash his hands after sticking a pill down my throat twice a day.

The meds have apparently worked; at least, temporarily. My voice has come back; I am no longer blowing snot all over the place with every sneeze; and the gum rot has subsided. My energy has returned… I can now jump to the kitchen counters; and when I hit the litter pan I…. well, never mind.

It was `touch and go` there for a little while. There was talk about putting me under the knife to `fix` me… so, you know it’s got to be bad when they’re talking surgery.

The Humans at the vet clinic today were very nice, although a bit sneaky. While I kept my eye on the Nurse With the Cold Thermometer, the cold thermometer came from another direction, this time in the hands of the Lady in the Long White Coat.

After prying and poking at my mouth, she declared that the deadly disease had been beaten back but not defeated. It was an incredibly exhausting examination, so the Nurse With the Cold Thermometer let me rest for a minute until I could recoup my strength.

I will be off the medication for a week or two to see how things go, but apparently the prognosis is good.

P.S.: The Lady in the Long  White Coat is really nice… as long as you don’t say anything about a high temp….

I went to see my doctor a couple of days ago for my booster shots. The Human nurse (I will call her `The Nurse With the Cold Thermometer`) checked my temp, with no warning, right there in front of God and everybody. A word of advice to the Nurse With the Cold Thermometer– how about running a little warm water over that thing first? A heat lamp… bunsen burner… something!

Then the doc– a dude this time– poked and prodded and squeezed until I was about to puke.

Just my luck… it is “Pet Dental Month” at the Eastside Animal Medical Center. Apparently, I have Cat Gingivitis. The doc said that it could account for my exceptionally bad breath which, I admit, has really been hummin’ lately. It has been so bad at times, the Big Guy thought that I had bad gas. And while I do let a little noxious indiscretion slip occasionally, my breath has been kickin’.

So the Big Guy has been jamming pills down my throat every morning and evening in the hopes that the meds will clear up my rotting gums. I go back in a week for a check-up.

This is too much drama for a youngster like me. Apparently, the condition can be genetic, which might explain why my brother and sister have also been polluting the atmosphere with every breath, I hear.

On a positive note, I gained a little over a pound since my first vet visit. Life is good. Time for a nap.