Hey! It is Alex!
Whatever am I going to do about my parents? Anything? Can I trade them in for a different model? Are there any returns? Do I have any options, because the dynamic duo is making me nuts! They are behaving themselves this morning (shockingly), but if I see one of them reach for that cone again, I will be forced to take some drastic actions!
It has been a while since I was able to hijack my mom’s blog… I am supposed to be her co-author, but she has been hogging it… sheesh….what is a cat to do?
Well, I am back, and do I have lots to say!
When I was in the “recovery room” my mommy read me all your comments, each and every day. WOW! I didn’t know I had so many friends out there! I was shocked (well, maybe not totally shocked, after all, I am one cool cat – pun intended)… But, my mom sure was blown away!
Having my tail removed wasn’t as hard as it sounds. I don’t even realize it is missing! I think the whole experience was way harder on my mom and dad than me. Well, except for the hospital stay. They had the NERVE to put me in a cage. Can you believe that? What was wrong with my parents? Couldn’t they have sprung for a suite with a tempurpedic pillow or something? Cheapskates! I wanted out of there, and believe me; I made my feelings known… Like my mommy, I am not shy! But, once my parents got me home, I quickly felt better. They did take very good care of me. They literally waited on me hand over paw…
OK, I know… I know… You are saying “Besides being penny pinchers, your parents did well, so why do you want to trade them in?” I am getting to that…
After being in the recovery room for ten days, in a cone no less, they brought me home after my stiches were removed and let me free… I was able to roam throughout the house once again without that pesky cone. I was in heaven! I couldn’t have asked for anything more.
But, then leave it to my parents to spoil my fun (like always!) They had my uncle the vet come over last week, and stay at MY house for a few days. And then they had the NERVE to ask him to look at my paw that I was licking and biting at and making bleed. And he was DUMB and told them they had to cone me again. And then, my STUPID parents listened to him! I had to walk around in a cone, again! Come on, people! Give a cat a break!
They kept me in that thing until Thursday night. But, I didn’t cooperate easily. No sir! I made then work for the coning… They would give me cone free breaks, and as soon as I knew they were planning on putting me back in that contraption, I would make a run for it. You should have seen those two sillies chasing me around the house. I need to learn how to record a video, and post it! You cats would get a few laughs for sure! If you thought these videos were good, you ain’t seen nothing compared to what my parents would lookl like!
My other trick was pulling the old “I am thirsty card”. You know how I like fresh water, right? Well, as soon as one of my parents coned me, I would jump up to a sink, and start calling them. They thought I was thirsty, and would remove the cone so I could have a drink. They aren’t too quick, those two. They fell for my trick every single time!
But these were all temporary fixes. I needed something permanent. It might have taken me a week, but I outsmarted them yet again. I figured out that if I had a hairball that landed in my cone, I would have to really clean my face. Not to mention make them feel horrible. So I did it! When they got home from work and saw how irritated I made my face after my cleaning, they had no choice but to remove my cone so my face could heal. I have been cone free ever since…. But they are still watching me like hawks. So, again, I ask, does anyone know what I can do about these two?