Strangely my tummy fur is only orange on the outside. Next to my skin it is grey. Of course I knew that - I do my own laundry - but it seems to have been a surprise to F.
After last week's visit to the vet I hadn't felt a full return to my old self. Those dashed pills didn't help. In the end I started sicking them up just to make my point. If I had known there was only one left and what the alternative was, I might have made a different risk assessment.
On our way home from the office on Friday, we stopped at the vet. Oh no, not all this again.
F in the big blue dress, me stretched out on that machine again. This time I didn't kick because it would be all over on the first go....
Can I tell you this? F noticed I hadn't been pooping. Humans! Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Poop is personal (felineal) - especially for cats. That's why we bury it. Other cats can read your weaknesses from your poop. Poop has no business being made public, or the topic of a blogpost.
So this isn't about poop. It's about what happens when humans get too interested in your pooping habits.
What happens is you get dosed with stuff - both ends - and get special food and even more watering down of meals.
And then you have to go back the next day to see a new vet, who arrives with a big suitcase, and who shaves off your beautiful tummy fur.
That's how F knows now it's grey next to my skin. (I saw her saving it... maybe it will join my shed-locks in the compost?)
Then the vet rubbed all over my bare tummy with a thing on a wire. That suitcase had a computer screen in it; one on which I could watch fuzzy pictures of my insides while I leaned my head over F's arm. She said it was my insides.
My insides are black and white!
Anything moving on a screen is a momentary distraction.
Was it about poop? No, apparently, but I don't have lymphoma, my liver is normal (as it should be, I took the pledge years ago), and my stomach is a bit upset; something called gastritis. I blame those pills. Now Ì actually have to swallow human medicine for a week.
I wonder if my tummy fur will EVER grow back! I might get strange furless skin....
Today (Sunday) - just because F's checking - I left the biggest cat skat ever in my litter tray. That'll show her.
F note: All this kicked off when the vet suspected an enlarged spleen. The ultrasound analysis ruled that out, and included the advice (borne out by blood tests) that his kidneys are normal but have too much fat around them. He claimed to be deaf when advised to lose weight, drink more water.......and exercise more. How do you exercise a cat? The daily walk with Mr T in a backpack has certainly knocked some weight off his human....