The Tuesday Thief

Yes, I know it's Thursday, not Tuesday. But you guys are not gonna believe what happened to me on Tuesday! It was a very traumatic experience. I'm only just now able to talk about it. I mean, the nerve! She took me...! And he...! And I had to...! Oh I still can't talk about it. The Mommy, you tell them.

The Mommy: All right, Bugsy, I'll tell them. Calm down, honey. You see folks, about a month or so ago, I noticed Bugsy, erm, behaving inappropriately outside of the litterbox --

Bugsy: Oh stop being all delicate about it. I was peeing where I shouldn't, okay? Like in her bathroom (The Mommy sez: where there's carpet, by the way) and in the entry on the front door and in the laundry room (and that's only the places that she knows about... ).

The Mommy: Oh dear. Anyway, so off to Dr. Vet he went a couple of Saturdays ago, with all the signs of a bladder infection. He didn't have any urine in his bladder that could be tested for a bladder infection --

Bugsy: That's not true, I just wouldn't let him steal my pee! Ha! So there!

The Mommy: Yes, Bugsy, you showed him, didn't you. But with his symptoms and his history last year of having a bladder stone, Dr. Vet decided to go ahead and put him on a 2-week regimen of twice daily medicine, with a follow-up visit on Tuesday. This time, I was to drop him off in the morning and let him stay in daycare allllll day with Dr. Vet and the nice vet assistant people....to give him plenty of time to provide some urine for a test, just in case. We had to do that last year too.

Bugsy: You see that? She ADMITS to carelessly neglecting me by making me stay at Mean Ol' Dr. Vet's ALL DAY LONG!! And while I was there -- THEY STOLE MY PEE!!!!!!!! That, after pumping me full of fluids to make me have pee in the first place. Sheesh, it's like fake pee or something. I don't think it even counts.

The Mommy: Well if you'd cooperate in the first place, maybe I wouldn't have to leave you there all day, Bugsy. Unfortunately, as you've found out, you do indeed have an infection, with just a hint of blood cells in your urine as well, so you're on drugs for another two weeks, me boyo.

Bugsy: WHAT? You're going to torture me with medicine treatments twice a day for TWO MORE WEEKS? Awwwwww, man.

The Mommy: I'm afraid so, dear. That may partly be my fault, I skipped a few of the doses in the prior two weeks, when you were hiding too well or I was too tired or didn't want to bother you. But this time, I'm determined to give them all to you, so we can knock this out before it gets worse like last year. You don't want that again, do you? Surgery again? Lots of pain?

Bugsy: Welllllll....no, not really.

The Mommy: No, I didn't think so. We'll just have to get through it now and get done, and hopefully that will be the end of that.

Bugsy: Well, at least you were able to get them to do my rabies shot and other annual stuff while I was there Tuesday even though it was a few weeks early, so now I shouldn't have to go back to see Dr. Vet for a long time, right, Mommy? Right? Um, Mommy? Why do you have that innocent yet evil look on your face?

I don't have a good feeling about this...