Of course, all of this was of very little consequence to Gypsy on Friday. Let's pause for a moment to recount her "very bad day":
- Woke up earlier than normal.
- Not given breakfast.
- Had to listen to Haskell and Alley eat breakfast (note: Just because you close the door doesn't mean I can't hear you!)
- Taken to the vet.
- Left at the vet.
- Given bath.
- Put to sleep.
- While asleep, bad things happened.
- Woke up.
- Had to pee.
- Mouth hurt.
- Ear on fire.
- No Mommy.
- Become paranoid and started to whine incessantly.
- Mommy would later learn that all the whining and paranoia was a side effect of the anesthesia.
- Mommy would also discover that the whining and paranoia will take almost 48 hours to wear off (serves her right).
- Mommy (finally!) came and rescued me from the vet.
- Have a tiny accident in lobby because I still had not been given a chance to pee. Well, that and I was really excited to see Mommy.
- Make it outside just in time to really let loose. Don't make it quite to the grass. Pee on sidewalk next to grass.
- Embarrassed.
- Still feeling loopy and miss judge the jump into Mommy's car.
- Finally get breakfast.
- Must not let Mommy leave my sight. Follow her everywhere.
- Make sure Mommy knows just how really rotten my day was.
- Have Mommy shove pills FIVE pills down my throat.
- Sleepy.
- Annoy Mommy some more.
- Night, night.
- Woken up so Mommy could take pictures of how pathetic I look.
- Glare at Mommy so she knows I am not amused.
- Nod off again.
- Dream of chasing a squirrel.
- Dream squirrel got away.
THE END
Just so everyone knows just how pathetic Gypsy really looked, I offer the following:
Poor Gypsy Kitty...
2 comments:
Aww, poor Gypsy. That was a really bad day!
Annoy mommy some more. Aww poor Gypsy. Hope she is feeling better.
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