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It all started when Faith let herself out of her eating hut, leaving just enough room for me to squeeze my head and shoulders through the zipper to the Noms! I, of course, ate the crumbs of kibble. Oh dear, what a week I am having.
It wasn't so much the pink tray as the dose of steroids to try and control my skin flare up and my bloated stomach. An allergy ensued to the noms and then I got rhinitis from the allergy as well as skin sores and Momma had to up the dose a tiny bit each day until there was an improvement. That's when my nose was running. At first it could have been my hayfever as some of the blossoms are out, or the food, or the change in weather or the uppage of the steroids? Probably the latter.
I was whisked off to the vets for a double check in case it was more serious, like a polyp. It is essentially my immune system playing tricks with me. It's a constant battle with it to keep me on the straight and narrow. In truth, I hadn't been feeling 'that' good for a few weeks, sort of thinning out and not retaining my food properly and I hadn't stolen anything either, so it was a worry as I was not 'making shapes' in the kitty litter!
I was perhaps a little run down and stressed as the Parentals have not been home much due to work load and it takes its toll on me, not to have them around all of the time. I am complex, it is tricky and even though I was on my strict diet, things were out of kilter. So my lumpy sniffer and dicky ticker and sore skin have taken a beating - but I am now on antibiotics in case I get any secondary bacterial infection. I can usually fight it off, but Momma is taking no chances where my health is involved.
Whilst at the Vets I schmooze with the ladies, one of which is a KS follower and the other a Rex owner, so I am well in there! I saw Lill, the lady vet, and she tried to do the FURMOMETER thingie, but I decided that was WAY too embarrassing. That was Lill's and my 'first date' and there was NO WAY that thing was going in my pooper!
So, instead, she stabbed me with a needle which made me even more mad and I screamed and screamed and turned and even deeper red. Poor Lill, I am usually so swoony, but I guess, I just didn't fancy the prodding and poking! On top of that she said I had quite a tummy on me... Simon the Vet, do you hear that? I am now not too slim - but too fat. I put it down to a week of soreness. I will be svelt and slimline again. Already with the antibiotic, everything has calmed down a bit and I had a full belly of BrekkiNoms in there!
To the casual observer, I look well and happy, busy and entertaining - but Momma knows me inside and out and if not caught at the right time... I can stop eating - That my friends would be a disaster! I am, of course, milking it for all it's worth and even laid on ManSlave yesterday whilst he mopped my sweaty brow and kissed my sore sniffer. See, I can be nice to him and share the love... when I need it!
KS =^..^=
It wasn't so much the pink tray as the dose of steroids to try and control my skin flare up and my bloated stomach. An allergy ensued to the noms and then I got rhinitis from the allergy as well as skin sores and Momma had to up the dose a tiny bit each day until there was an improvement. That's when my nose was running. At first it could have been my hayfever as some of the blossoms are out, or the food, or the change in weather or the uppage of the steroids? Probably the latter.
I was whisked off to the vets for a double check in case it was more serious, like a polyp. It is essentially my immune system playing tricks with me. It's a constant battle with it to keep me on the straight and narrow. In truth, I hadn't been feeling 'that' good for a few weeks, sort of thinning out and not retaining my food properly and I hadn't stolen anything either, so it was a worry as I was not 'making shapes' in the kitty litter!
I was perhaps a little run down and stressed as the Parentals have not been home much due to work load and it takes its toll on me, not to have them around all of the time. I am complex, it is tricky and even though I was on my strict diet, things were out of kilter. So my lumpy sniffer and dicky ticker and sore skin have taken a beating - but I am now on antibiotics in case I get any secondary bacterial infection. I can usually fight it off, but Momma is taking no chances where my health is involved.
Whilst at the Vets I schmooze with the ladies, one of which is a KS follower and the other a Rex owner, so I am well in there! I saw Lill, the lady vet, and she tried to do the FURMOMETER thingie, but I decided that was WAY too embarrassing. That was Lill's and my 'first date' and there was NO WAY that thing was going in my pooper!
So, instead, she stabbed me with a needle which made me even more mad and I screamed and screamed and turned and even deeper red. Poor Lill, I am usually so swoony, but I guess, I just didn't fancy the prodding and poking! On top of that she said I had quite a tummy on me... Simon the Vet, do you hear that? I am now not too slim - but too fat. I put it down to a week of soreness. I will be svelt and slimline again. Already with the antibiotic, everything has calmed down a bit and I had a full belly of BrekkiNoms in there!
To the casual observer, I look well and happy, busy and entertaining - but Momma knows me inside and out and if not caught at the right time... I can stop eating - That my friends would be a disaster! I am, of course, milking it for all it's worth and even laid on ManSlave yesterday whilst he mopped my sweaty brow and kissed my sore sniffer. See, I can be nice to him and share the love... when I need it!
KS =^..^=
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