My new Meowmuh is looking at me as I come running out to greet her. She frowns and says that I am too thin. And, I am thin in comparison to my brothers and sisters. She takes me anyway. I have never been in a carrier before and I hate it. I scream and yowl. Laurell, my meowmuh's friend, takes me out of the carrier and cradles me in her arms. I love being held so I can't help but purr loudly. I give her slow blinks (kitty kisses). I am finally home. I squeal when they give me a bath but Meowmuh stays with me the whole day and night. I can't go to the bathroom. I strain and try and try. I am so tired, I have to lay down in the litter box. I rest my head on the edge of the litter box.
Meowmuh exclaims: "Oh, no!" and rushes me to Dr. Long. They are giving me a thing called an enema but I still can't go to the bathroom. So the doc is pulling stuff out of me. They say that my condition is called obstipation. I can't help it, I am yowling, I don't like that. Now that that is over, I feel better so I am purring and purring again. I hear someone telling Meowmuh that she should send me back because I am so sick. Back? Meowmuh scoops me up in the palm of her hand (I was only 1 and 1/2 pounds) and she holds me so close.
She looks down at me with tears in her eyes, shakes her head and says: "No, I can't do that, we have already bonded." Bonded? I'm not a shrink but I think that means that now we are a forever team. She wipes tears from her cheeks all the way home and she keeps saying: "You are going to make it, it'll be alright." But I already know that I will be alright because I know me and even though I am a purr-er, I am a tough guy. I am home now and I let her give me oodles of drops, pills, pastes and special foods. Some of it tastes yukky but it is helping. Just look at me! I've gained weight, I go to the bathroom and I can run all the time now. Wanna play?