Winston's November 2012 blog

Winston’s November 2012 blog

Winston here . . . p’rrrrr . . . p’rrrrr

You may have heard I’ve been under the weather. I’ve always wondered about that – how can you be under the weather? Surely you can only be in it? Anyway,

 that’s what the humans say, don’tcha know. It means I’ve been poorly, not richly 
like what I usually am.

Phil-the-Vet says it’s probably been building up for a long time ‘cos if it had come on suddenly, I’d be flat. (I don’t know what ‘it’ is, though.*) At least I think he said flat and not fat. I’m not fat – well, I’m thinner than I was. I haven’t been eating much – the food smelt as good as it always does but I only wanted to sniff it and eat a little. When I stopped eating completely, on Saturday, Mrs Human took me to see the vet. It was one I haven’t seen before and I was a bit disappointed ‘cos I thought I was going to see Nadia-the-Vet or Kate-the-Vet and I like them ‘cos they always talk to me and make a fuss of me.

Well, the vet had a good look at me and then he made me cry ‘cos he hurt me. Mrs H said he didn’t mean to – he was just trying to find out what was wrong. He took my temperature – and you know what that means – but I didn’t wriggle too much. Then he said I had a fever and he was going to make me a pin-cushion. I didn’t know what that was but I think I do now. It means having pins pushed into you and he did one, then more than one and then more than one again but I was a good boy and I didn’t struggle.

Then he said I had to go back ‘cos they wanted some of my blood. I think I need all my blood for me, akcherly, but no-one asks me. So then I saw Phil-the-Vet and he shaved off some of my fur – I might need a scarf if it gets cold.

I think Phil-the-Vet likes me ‘cos he rang up my Humans and said he wanted to see me again today. I think I had to take a test ‘cos he said I’d failed it or I had failure or something, don’tcha know.

Last night my Humans put my litter tray in the conservatory and shut the door so I couldn’t get to it. What was that all about? It’s a good thing I wasn’t caught short, don’tcha know. This morning Mr H took me to see Phil-the-Vet again and he shaved off some more fur. I’ll be bald soon! Then he took me away and let me go in a litter tray. Phew! What a relief!

After that he stuck a pin in me, too. What is it with these vets? Are they trying to prove something?

Anyway, I am feeling much better though the Humans say I’m not quite myself. I think that’s funny – if I’m not myself who am I?

 I’ve got some special food and every time I eat the Humans get all excited and say how good it is to see me eating. Humans are funny, aren’t they? I mean, it’s not as if they’ve never seen me eat before.

I have to have tablets once a day and more than once a day for lots of days and then I’m going to spend a day with the vets. I expect I’ll like that ‘cos I’ll get lots of fuss made of me and I do like a nice cuddle.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Time for a zizz. Be good!

TTFN

*Servant Editor’s note: ‘it’ is renal failure