Monday, November 9, 2015
The early days
By Sabrina
Hudson
Yes, the
early days in my new home were a bit rocky for various reasons. I was very weak
from starvation and also found I had some other issues that needed urgent
medical care.
After taking
what seemed to be half my blood to be sent out for tests, the vet gave me a
quick once over and found that my anal gland was rock hard and he would have to
knock me out and then inject something directly into it to soften it up before
he could express it. He talked it over with Mom and Dad and told them that I
was so weak he didn’t want to do it because I might not wake up but there was
no choice. I soon felt a pin prick and fell asleep, and when I woke up, my rear
end felt much better.
The vet sent
me home with a big supply of medicine and told me to come back in a few days
for him to look at me again. When Dad carried me from the vet’s office to the
car, he seemed to walk a lot faster, and I surmised it was because his wallet
was so much lighter.
The vet also
said he didn’t want me to associate with the other cats because he wanted me to
stay quiet and get some of my strength back. This presented a problem. I ended
up sharing the porch with Pogo, which was a nightmare. I’m sure you’ve all
heard of someone called “Grumpy Cat.” I’d heard of her but always thought she
was just a myth to frighten little kittens when they misbehaved. Well, I’m here
to testify that she is real and her name is Pogo!
I was still
very groggy when I came back home and onto the porch, so Mom just left me inside
the carrier with the door open. When I became fully awake, Pogo was sitting in
front of the door and explained that she did not appreciate uninvited company
and every time I tried to get out, she would whack me on the nose.
She would
only retreat when she saw Dad bringing me small servings of food. I would come
out of the carrier, gobble down the food and seize the opportunity to drink
water and use the litter box before rushing back into the carrier. A few days
later, after I had regained some strength, I decided it was time to put an end
to this nonsense and walked out to challenge Pogo, which turned out to be a big
mistake.
We began the
battle by bowing our backs and making our fur stand on end, and then we tore
into each other, rolling all over the porch, biting and scratching at each
other. I received the short end of the stick because Pogo bit my tail and hit
an artery. I was spurting blood for a couple of hours and got it all over the
porch. When it finally stopped bleeding, Mom cleaned the porch and washed all
the blood off my tail then cautioned me to not provoke Pogo because she is old
and a bit grumpy. A bit? I thought. She’s the original Grumpy Cat I had heard
about.
Well, this
blog is getting kind of long and Hobo wants the blogs kept short, so I’ll be
quiet for now. My next blog will cover more medical problems and my early days
after I moved into the house with the rest of the family.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
To order
This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.
Favorite sites
Powered by Blogger.
3 comments:
Wow you had some hard days starting out. Sounds like you had some pains in the butt. We bet you will soon have that house under control.
Wow you had some hard days starting out. Sounds like you had some pains in the butt. We bet you will soon have that house under control.
Dang, I agree, that was a rough start. I'm sure things will be or are much better now. I hope you had a most wonderful Thanksgiving!
Post a Comment