Today was a bit chillier than yesterday, so I felt a bit tired and lethargic. Because I wasn’t as alert as usual my mummy checked up on me because she was worried. She felt my ears and they didn’t feel as warm as usual, so she made me a hot water bottle and wrapped me in a towel. That perked me right up! I snuggled in the blanket practically the entire day.  Not the entire day though, since she got me a cat board for my kibblets! Doctor M recommended it to her. She said that her cats love it so much that she now uses it every day for all their dry food! My mother had high hopes for it since it was a board, and not a tower, which meant that I could see all the little kibblets lying there, just waiting for the grabbing…   At least, that was the idea! I didn’t feel really hungry today, perhaps because of the cold weather, so I didn’t feel like fishing for kibblets and gave up after half a minute or so to watch CatTV. There was one thing my mummy gave me which

This morning I felt even better than yesterday! Alright, I still suffer from diarrhoea, but I’m taking so many different kinds of medication that that’s not really a surprise. Nevertheless, my mummy called the vet to voice her concern! The vet reassured her that it was the medication, likely the antibiotics, and that it would go away once my medication stopped. Anyway, there’s only so much television you can see right? It’s been fun, in my catcave, but it’s time to get out now and get back to business! I was determined to get out and tried passing mummy’s hands several times, but she wouldn’t let me! I wouldn’t give up though, like I did yesterday, and tried every trick in the book to get out. I started mewing softly and complainingly, but she ignored me! The nerve! I reached with my paw to her to get her attention, but she ignored me again! I stood on my hindlegs to see if there was an exit near the ceiling, but there wasn’t any that I could find. Eventually I decided that if I

I felt really good this morning. I could stand on my leg, could walk quite well, in fact. In fact, I decided it was time I left my safe haven and ventured into the real world again! I tentatively placed my two front legs outside of the bench and was about to venture forward by moving my hind legs when I felt a palm on my face, stopping me and preventing me from going outside. ~denieeeed~. I wasn’t that upset though, and just calmly went to lie down on my blanket. After some time, my mummy opened the door to cuddle with me and give me my food and medication. Today I saw my stepbrother Sirius again. I really missed him, and when he entered through the bedroom door, I laid down on my blanket and started purring. I even stretched my front paw out so he could touch it, but he just sniffed and jumped onto my bench! My mother was unsure whether she should let him near me or not, since I still smell a bit funny after spending a few days in the hospital. Eventually she decided to tr

Today was my first real day at home and we were all very excited! My mummy had placed the bench and her desk with her laptop on it in her bedroom, so she could take care of me 24/7. Fortunately she can work from home, and now when she sits behind her laptop working, she only has to look to her left to see what I’m doing. She had found her old pink university laptop (the battery won’t charge – but it can still be used with the power cable) and had put that one on the ground so I could watch catTV during the day and I wouldn’t get too bored while she was working. She had furthermore bought me a tower for my cat food so I would get even less bored in my bench. I really liked that idea, and the smells coming off it were delicious, so I immediately tried getting the food out. However, after a few minutes I gave up. It was just too difficult. My mummy tried teaching my how to remove the cat food by moving the kibbles around with her finger and pushing them through the holes. I

In the morning the hospital called my mummy to give her an update on my condition. I wasn’t doing too well. My mummy worried that the anaesthesia might have messed with me; after all, it had been administered to me two days in a row (Friday and Saturday). However, the hospital reassured her that this was not the case, but that I had a fever and that my vet (doctor M) had decided to put me on Clavubactin (antibiotics) and Analgin (a medication to relieve fever). You can imagine how relieved my family was that they had made the right decision to let me spend an extra night in the hospital! They were invited to come and visit me in the hospital at 4 pm to discuss my situation with doctor M. Upon arrival doctor M immediately told my family that I was an absolute sweetheart and well-behaved; I didn’t fuss, complain and I didn’t touch my wound, so I haven’t had to wear the hood of shame yet. I had also eaten twice that day, but hadn’t pooped yet. She told my mummy that if she were t

In the morning my mummy received a call from the hospital. They told her that everything was fine with me, but that I hadn’t eaten anything yet. The nurse once again said that is wasn’t certain if I would have surgery that day. She also told her that my family could visit me at 7 pm regardless and they would keep me up to date. Around 3 pm my mummy received another phone call from the hospital (they’re sure good at keeping them informed!). It was the surgeon who had operated me and want to tell her how the operation went. He said everything went smoothly, without any complications and he was positive that I would make a full recovery. He had used a metal plate, pins, screws and metal thread to keep the bone together and said I would probably be able to go home at 7 pm after my family’s visit. At 4 pm my family arrived at the hospital and were shown to one of the waiting rooms. Interestingly this room was adjacent to the OR and since the door was open my mother could look i

On this horrible day, I was hit by a car. The awful driver didn’t stop to check whether I was okay and I had to make the long way home by myself. I couldn’t use one of my legs, so when my mummy called me because she was looking for me, I dragged myself with my two front paws to the garden, where she found me in agony. My nails and paws were damaged, and she took me straight away to the veterinarian. There they made X-rays under sedation because I was in a lot of pain. When my mummy saw the x-ray she knew I was in trouble. She had hoped for a simple fracture, but instead, it was a comminuted fracture, where my left femur had splintered into more than two fragments (see image).     The vet told her that at least the good news was that it was a closed fracture. She then said that there were two options. A) surgery with metals, pins and metal thread to repair the bone. B) amputation. My mummy immediately said that B was not an option. I’m a very active kitten! I love jumping