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Oscar's USUAL day
Well, what did I do today? Oh yes, I ate breakfast, had a wash, wandered outside for a bit, came back indoors, had forty winks, had another bite to eat, had another wash, wandered around the garden for a bit, came in when it started to rain, had another kip, had dinner, had a wash........... I just don't know where the day went!
A MAY 2006 Day
Oh dear, I've recently found out that I have Hyperthyroidism and I'm gonna be on tablets for the rest of my life, unless I have the operations that Charlie had last year and I don't fancy them very much. I dunno which is worse, having tablets shoved down my throat every day or bits of my anatomy being removed. What do you think?
A June 2006 Day
Ooops, I've been caught red handed (well, pink mouthed!) fishing in the garden pond and Maria and Bob are not happy! Why was I stupid enough to fish whilst they were gardening. Doh! They now realise that all the little trophies that I left on the patio for dead, or nearly dead, were actually caught by yours truly and not Charlie, who's the mouser of the family. Well I'm sure they'd be thankful for my skills if we ended up marooned on a desert island. *Sigh*
charlie's Usual day
Yawn, I slept all day. Well, I'm a cat - what do you expect? You see I'm a party animal - I sleep all day so I can boogie all night. So, please go and visit another page so that I can carry on napping.......
Charlie's September and October 2005 Days
The latter part of 2005 wasn't much fun. I was diagnosed as having Hyperthyroidism which meant that my thyroid glads were swollen which, in turn, sent my metabolism through the roof. I was hungry all the time even after eating loads of food and yet I still lost weight, dramatically. My ribs and spine were very prominent and Maria and Bob were really worried about me. Finally, I was taken to the vet for an operation to have one of my glands taken out, followed by another operation to remove my second gland about six weeks later. I'm pleased to say that the operations were a complete success and I am now a very happy and much fatter cat.
Coming up in 2006
Would you believe it, after all I've been through they now want me to have my teeth done. The vet says I have gingivitis and it needs seeing to. Well, he would say that wouldn't he. Anyway, I'm not having it done - well, not if I can help it. I'll mysteriously vanish on the morning of the op. You see, Maria and Bob are not very bright, really. Because the vet says I'm not allowed to eat anything after 10pm the night before an op, they hide all the biscuits and food, which they never do at any other time. Hah, do they really think I won't notice? Apart from the fact that Oscar whinges all the time when there's no food for him to snack on, which is a truly rare event (the lack of food, not the snacking or whingeing). Some people really don't give us cats any credit.
Well, bye bye for now
Love....
Oscar and Charlie