Mudpie's Tail of Torture #SundaySelfie

MUDPIE: You won't believe what happened to me on Friday. It's almost too horrifying to talk about but I need to put it on the record while it's all still fresh in my mind in case the ASPCA needs to be notified. Honestly, I'm lucky that I'm still here to tell you about it. 

It started out as a fairly nice day so I spent the morning soaking up a little sun. After lunch Mommy did several chores around the house and then suggested we sit and cuddle for a little while. I was all for that and after a nice nap on her lap I jumped onto the squeezie table for a treat. 

That's when I knew something was up. Instead of indulging me with a squeezie, Mommy went into the basement and came upstairs with my PTU (Prisoner Transport Unit). It went into the bathroom, then Mommy took me off my squeezie table, hauled me into the bathroom, loaded me up and off we went.

In between torture sessions I sought comfort on the baby scale.

After waiting in the parking lot for hours I was brought into the exam room. I was told how beautiful I was and then the torture began. I was held down for hours while my blood was drained, then sharp instruments were plunged deep into my ears. After my abusers were finished with me they chatted with Mommy for hours about me like I wasn't even in the room. Mommy actually PAID them for all they did to me with money that could've been spent on squeezies!!! Then when I was finally released from the dungeon and got a taste of freedom, Mommy spent hours talking to more people outside about me while I was still trapped in my PTU! 

When we finally got home it was nearly midnight and I was so exhausted that I slept for hours, after thinking I would never see my own bed again. 

MOMMY: That was a very compelling horror story, Mudpie. How about I tell our friends what really happened, ok?

When I made the appointment earlier in the week I had forgotten that this is college graduation weekend in our city, so we left early in case there was lots of traffic. That's why we ended up waiting in the car for about 15 minutes. 

We saw a new vet at the clinic (an older lady who used to work at our local ER vet) and she was absolutely wonderful! It was actually the most pleasant vet visit I've ever had. She was SO good with Mudpie, calling her cute things like a "rotund woman". While drawing blood she even gave Mudpie permission to swear all she wanted and to call her everything in the book! 

Yes, the blood draw took some time because the tech had a hard time finding a vein. She ended up trying both back legs, and finally was successful on a front leg after shaving a spot to find the vein. The whole time that was being done Mudpie was grumping about it, but I was feeding her a squeezie for distraction. Since Mudpie has had a very itchy right ear for several weeks with discharge coming out, the ear was swabbed to see what's going on. 

We had the last appointment of the day and the vet wasn't rushed so we did talk for awhile after. Unlike so many vets, she actually *listened* to me and my concerns. She agreed that in Mudpie's case a renal diet isn't the best option, and although Mudpie has lost 2 pounds in the last 4 months (the tech said she could actually be eating a little more), the vet isn't concerned about her weight because with both kidney disease and diabetes going on at the same time having some extra weight isn't necessarily a bad thing. 

There's a couple apartments in the same building as the clinic and when we left some kids playing outside asked if I had a cat in the carrier. They wanted to see Mudpie and their dad told me about the cat he once had for 20 years! 

It may have seemed like a long ordeal to Mudpie, but in actuality we left the house at 3 and returned home at 4:30. After dinner she slept in the bedroom for most of the evening, and even slept with me until morning, something she rarely does now. 

MUDPIE: I was weak from blood loss.

MOMMY: Oh, and guess what, Mudpie? The vet said you could have rotisserie chicken as a treat again!

MUDPIE: She did?!?!?! On second thought, maybe I exaggerated a little. She was a pretty nice vet, as vets go. 

MOMMY: Guess what's in the fridge for dinner tonight? 

MUDPIE: I love you, Mommy. 

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