Zey took my blaaahhd!

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, I had to go to the veterinary teaching hospital with Mom so I could donate blood.

Which means I didn't get breakfast!

Dad got up before Mom and he said I wasn't too whiny or annoying.... but when Mom finally got up, I certainly expressed my displeasure to her. (I knew that it wasn't Dad's fault I didn't get b-fast.)

So, number one, no breakfast.

Number two: had to go in my carrier and ride in the car.

(Okay, I am a weird, weird cat and I will admit that I sort of like riding in the car.)

We left a little before 8 am and she dropped me off at the VTH around 8:30.

I always get to stay in the same ward (the cats-only internal medicine ward), which is fine. Usually there are 1 or 2 more cats in there, and no dogs.

But yesterday, there were 5 or 6 cats there already! Hence, I was a bit wary and expressed my displeasure via hissing.

Mom set me up with a blankie and a litter pan and a bowl of water (no food, bummer), then she left for the day.

When she came back to pick me up at 3 pm, I was soooo loopy!

Mom found a note on my cage that said that the internal medicine department was really busy today, so I didn't get to donate blood till 1:30 pm. Usually I'm done by late morning and I get to spend a few hours in the afternoon waking up before Mom gets here.

So, let's just say I still had a little ketamine on board. Made for an exciting ride home!

I also apparently misbehaved a little, because the note said I was great for my blood draw and beforehand, but that I was "grumpy" when I woke up. Can you blame me?

On the way out the door, the nurse who coordinates the blood donor program told Mom that I am an awesome cat and that I am her favorite blood-donor cat. Points for me!

When I got home, I got a little bit of crunchies, since I hadn't eaten all day, but Mom said I couldn't have too much because she didn't want me to throw up on the carpet. What a whiner!

My charming brother, as usual, gave me a thorough sniffing and decided I needed a bath so I didn't smell so much like hospital. I always get annoyed when he tries to sniff my butt over and over, and the lingering ketamine in this case made me not too accepting of his curiosity and his invasion of my personal space. He got the idea after a couple swats.

Now I have a nice shaved spot on my neck, and a bruise that's going away. And I don't have to go back to donate again till February '10!

(Although I do have to go next month and get a rabies shot.... boo.)

Cheers,

Simon