Monday, December 14, 2015
The Early Days—Part 2
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Bruny Hudson |
By Sabrina
Hudson
The vet was
very impressed by how much better I looked after all the good food and rest. He
lifted my tail and pronounced my anal gland was fine, but then he touched my
rear end, and I let out a yowl and hit the ceiling. After peeling me off it, he
told me I had developed an abscess and I would need a little nap again while he
fixed it.
Afterwards,
he brought me back to the examining room, where Mom and Dad had been waiting.
He placed another big bag of medicine in front of us and explained that he had
left the abscess open to drain and that I would bleed a little for a few days
while it healed.
I fell back asleep
at home, and when I woke up late in the afternoon, it was the same old story. I
was in my carrier, and Pogo was sitting in front of the door glaring at me.
I was getting
mighty tired of this nonsense, so I stood up, bowed my back and stalked out. To
my surprise, Pogo turned and ran away. That was the last real trouble I had
with her, although I did have to whack her a couple of times when she was
eating when I wanted to eat.
My rear end
quit bleeding after a few days, and Hobo told me it was now time to start
getting acquainted with my new home because I would have to start working to
earn my keep pretty soon.
As soon as I
set paw inside the house, a handsome young red-furred kitty came running over
to meet me. I thought it was a ploy and he would tell me off as Pogo had done,
and I attacked him. Instead of fighting with me, he turned around and scurried
away, but he returned a short while later and approached me again, and I
attacked him again. I didn’t give up on my aggression and the other guy didn’t
give up on his good will. At the end, he succeeded and he became my mentor.
After
touching noses and sniffing tails, he offered to show me around. Naturally, the
first things he showed me were the food bowl, the water bowl and the bathroom
facilities. As we walked about, he told me his name was Thomas and I told him I
was Sabrina and confessed that I had never been a house kitty before. He just
laughed and said I would love it as soon as I got used to it.
He suggested
that I only stay inside the house for a little while then go to the porch door
and meow and Mom or Dad would let me out. This worked great, and I was soon spending
the whole day inside. At bedtime, I still had to go onto the porch until that
magic evening when Hobo decreed that it was time to spend the night inside and
start work. I had already been assigned one job, but I’ll tell you about it in
my next blog.
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5 comments:
You are doing a great job fitting in with the family
You are doing a great job fitting in with the family
Dear Sabrina We think you are a marvelous story teller and we are deeply impressed that you taught Pogo her place in the pack. Mom and I both are looking forward to more of your tales of adventure there with Hobo and your new family.
Love, Molly and my Mom
You have an amazing story and I can't believe I almost missed this part of it.
Hey, Happy New Year from all of us!!!
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