Tom's Diary
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Tuesday: Hanging out outside. I think I'll go find that food under the stairs and try to get a treat. I'll meow really loud.
Wednesday: I've been kidnapped. What is this place? I heard the treat people say something about a clubhouse.
Thursday: I'm in a small box. I'm in a car. Something is missing. What's happening? Back in the "clubhouse"
Friday: I've been kidnapped again. Two large cats here. Lots of food. Why is the sky exploding?
Saturday: This might be ok. Treat people telling me I'm safe now.
Sunday: Zzz
Monday: So much food. I think I'm gaining weight!
Tuesday: Zzz
Wednesday, almost midnight: The perch looks nice. OW. What happened. Fall. Planter broken. Limping. In small box. Something about a "fracture."
Thursday: Pain meds. Sleep. So much sleep. Not so sure about "safer" inside.
Friday: In small box. Something about finally having an "appointment." Leg wrapped up. Stupid cone on head. Something about another appointment in two weeks. Something about eight weeks to heal. Treat people are nuts if they think I'll stay confined.
Saturday: Sid and Poppy are super nice. Sleeping with treat person. Get supervised break from cone. Get grumpy, but then zzzz.
So, Tom, in keeping with a new tradition I don't like, somehow knocked a heavy planter off the windowsill and fractured his foot. The regular vet couldn't fix it and sent us to the emergency vet who she thought could get him into the attached surgical vet, but couldn't. He got sn appointment for the next day. He's a super sweet boy and doing ok with it, but he clearly is not happy with the situation!
As far as the tradition, when Sid and Poppy were fairly new, they had emergencies too. Poppy swallowed yarn and Sid missed a jump and landed wrong.
Tom will be fine, but everyone is stressed! Poor little guy!
Wednesday: I've been kidnapped. What is this place? I heard the treat people say something about a clubhouse.
Thursday: I'm in a small box. I'm in a car. Something is missing. What's happening? Back in the "clubhouse"
Friday: I've been kidnapped again. Two large cats here. Lots of food. Why is the sky exploding?
Saturday: This might be ok. Treat people telling me I'm safe now.
Sunday: Zzz
Monday: So much food. I think I'm gaining weight!
Tuesday: Zzz
Wednesday, almost midnight: The perch looks nice. OW. What happened. Fall. Planter broken. Limping. In small box. Something about a "fracture."
Thursday: Pain meds. Sleep. So much sleep. Not so sure about "safer" inside.
Friday: In small box. Something about finally having an "appointment." Leg wrapped up. Stupid cone on head. Something about another appointment in two weeks. Something about eight weeks to heal. Treat people are nuts if they think I'll stay confined.
Saturday: Sid and Poppy are super nice. Sleeping with treat person. Get supervised break from cone. Get grumpy, but then zzzz.
So, Tom, in keeping with a new tradition I don't like, somehow knocked a heavy planter off the windowsill and fractured his foot. The regular vet couldn't fix it and sent us to the emergency vet who she thought could get him into the attached surgical vet, but couldn't. He got sn appointment for the next day. He's a super sweet boy and doing ok with it, but he clearly is not happy with the situation!
As far as the tradition, when Sid and Poppy were fairly new, they had emergencies too. Poppy swallowed yarn and Sid missed a jump and landed wrong.
Tom will be fine, but everyone is stressed! Poor little guy!