Recovery

So yesterday was a day of big adventure for me.  Mum had to starve me from 9pm on Tuesday night, and on Wednesday morning when she got up I was really really hungry and begging her for biscuits.  At about 7am she had to do the old catch and grab to put me into my cat cage, and I saw the look in her eyes so she had one chance and she grabbed it.  We then caught a taxi into town to wait for a friend who dropped us off at the Vet Hospital.

I had to go there to have an echocardiogram and an echo ultrasound of my heart, cos when I saw the vet last week I got diagnosed with an arrhythmia.    The vet hospital is quite intense and busy, so your mum has to leave you at the front desk for the whole day.  The day started off chilly, but turned glorious and sunny, so mum had the day off to wander around and took herself out for  a cheap lunch and lots of window shopping.

She came back at 5pm to pick me up and saw the vet for 5 minutes.  They had not discovered any reason for my arrhythmia which was good, and there is no treatment, which mum was relieved about, as she knew I would hate having to take any pills or medicine.  I was pretty distressed at the hospital, as there were noisy barky dogs in the next room and I had been given some sedation for the procedures,  and I needed a cuddle straight away.  I cried most of the way home, which isn't like me and as soon as I got home, I wanted my biscuits and then went and curled up on the back of the little chair, which is my new sleepy spot, and I have been spending the next day and night snoozing there.  I am slowly recovering and getting back to normal.

So we will have to see what our vet says, and hopefully it will be of no consequence.