Tummy Tuesday (sort of)

Earl Grey here:

I thought I better stop in and give everyone an update. I’m feeling lots better. I haven’t worn my cone since Saturday night (shhhh, don’t tell the V-E-T). Momma said that I could keep it off if I promised not to chew on my stitches. I’ve forgotten a couple of times (and Tazo has tried to help me out a couple of times), but I leave them alone as soon as Mom reminds me.

Mom kept me quiet and exercise restricted for 7 days, just like the V-E-T said. It was supposed to be more like 10 days, but I started squawking whenever she confined me to the dawg prison box. I started jumping on stuff again, even though she yells at me. But I’m so super fast that she has a hard time stopping me. She tells me I’m not supposed to jump, but I spent all those weeks feeling bad, that I have lots of stuff to make up for. The only down side is that instead of her checking my incision once a day, she checks it constantly, and tells me that if it looks bad because I jumped around too much, I might have to get more stitches and be on light duty again.
My stitches can come out sometime between Thursday and Saturday (I wonder if Dr. Daisy could take them out for me?). I can’t wait. I can get back to my regular routine. So can Mom. She’s been way nice to me lately. Getting up every couple of hours to check on me and give me medicine and snacks. I’ve been giving her lots of cuddles and laying on her a lot. I’ve even been purring for her – and I hardly ever do that to anyone but Dad.

I finished up all my medicine last night. No more eye drops, no more pepcid, no more pain pills (unless Mom thinks I’m hurting, but I’m lots better), and no more antibiotics. They were little blue pills. Mom and Dad joked that I had to take kitty Viagra. I don’t know what that means, but they’re always laughing about it.

I’ve started eating more of my regular food and less of the prescription stuff they gave me. I’m still eating small, frequent meals, but Mom is starting to stretch out snack times from every 2-3 hours to every 4-5 hours. I much prefer eating every 2-3 hours, let me tell you.

Mom freaked out about all the recalled pet food (even though we only eat kibble) and decided she’s not going to feed us any food that has anything to do with Menu Foods, so she started giving us a new kind yesterday. She’s hoping that our tummy’s adjust quick. The good thing is that it’s a food that we used to eat, so she thinks it’ll be ok. She’s just worried that it might be too much for my delicate system to handle right now. I keep telling her that I’ll be fine – just keep the kibble coming. Besides, if I can keep a giant piece of squeaky shoe rolling around in my tummy for a couple of weeks, what’s a little switch of the kibble?

This is my fourth day of going to work with her. For some reason, she doesn’t trust me and Tazo to leave my stitches alone. I didn’t want to go today. I hid under the bed and wouldn’t even come out when she rattled the food container. I’m on to her tricks. I did fall for her little Hansel and Gretel trick of leaving a trail of kibble leading into the prison box. Crap. I have to remember not to fall for that one again. Then I gave her the what for the whole way to work. She told me that she didn’t want to go to work either, but that she needs to support our kibble and ‘nip habit. The good news is that we get to listen to her favorite Sirius channel on her computer - 90s alternative. She says it reminds her of her college days.

It’s snack time, so I need to go. Plus, I need to help Mom with her billings today.
Thank you all for all your thoughts and purrayers you've been sending out for me. They have really done the trick. Mom and I are so touched by the outpouring of love and support that we've gotten from all the kitties from Catster and the kitty blogging community.
See ya!