G'day Folks!
Not only did the move take my Quebecois accent, it also took my voice. My beautiful, loud miaow is no longer beautiful; and no longer loud. I can't demand things from R and T like I used to. I think it is left behind in Montreal - maybe it will come with all our stuff in a couple of months.
I have been pretty poorly.
No really.
I have.
I had to go to The Vets - twice.
It's a different The Vets to the one in Montreal, but I still don't like it. So wherever you are, I would suggest you stay clear of The Vets - in every country they still stick things into you, and prod and poke you, ignoring your protests.
I felt so ill I just wanted to sleep, and I had a nasty cough (which I made a huge deal about).
The vet gave me an injection and despite not wanting to admit it, it did make me feel better.
I have been pretty poorly.
No really.
I have.
I had to go to The Vets - twice.
It's a different The Vets to the one in Montreal, but I still don't like it. So wherever you are, I would suggest you stay clear of The Vets - in every country they still stick things into you, and prod and poke you, ignoring your protests.
I felt so ill I just wanted to sleep, and I had a nasty cough (which I made a huge deal about).
The vet gave me an injection and despite not wanting to admit it, it did make me feel better.
But then a week later, after feeling OK, I started to feel much much worse.
I felt so so sick.
And couldn't stop coughing and being sick.
All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and sleep.
I didn't want to play.
I didn't want to eat.
I know!
I was really poorly!!
R and T kept awake for a couple of nights, checking on me and my breathing.
They took me back to The Vets, who gave me another injection, and boy did that one sting.
But it did stop me feeling sick.
They also gave me some special food and told R to feed me a little bit at a time.
I told R to feed me a lot at a time, but she did what The Vets told her (if I had my miaow back, it may well have been different).
That was a couple of weeks ago, and - touch wood - I have been getting better.
A minor blip occurred when T left my food cupboard door open and I dragged my big bag of food out, chewed a hole in the packet, and then stuffed my face.
I did feel pretty sick after that.
I am still coughing, and feeling a bit queasy from time to time, but I now feel fit to take an interest in things again (and R says be annoying, which I think is a little harsh of her...)
Such as the Australian Print-eurgh...
...which is just as baffling as the Canadian Print-eurgh.
And for some reason always seems to wake up just when I am trying to get to sleep in the basket next to it.
Strange that R or T is always around when it does, and laughing at it (they couldn't possibly be laughing at me...)
And for some reason always seems to wake up just when I am trying to get to sleep in the basket next to it.
Strange that R or T is always around when it does, and laughing at it (they couldn't possibly be laughing at me...)
I am also having to keep an eye on the Australian shred-eurgh:
All that, and with my lost voice, I have no way of letting R and T know about it...