Scratchy's diary: raw and sore
January 4th 2010 05:28
I woke up in a funny place recently. No familiar faces, no Short Black and no Bosses. Just some cats in cages and the smell of disinfectant. There were some people I didn't know, some dressed in green and some dressed in white, but they were no more generous than Big Boss when it came to supplying food.
The thing is, I woke up sore. All my muscles were stiff, like I'd been running 40 kilometres instead of 400 metres. And I had raw, sore patches on my front legs, like I'd been banging them on something.
The green and white people talked about epilepsy whenever they were near me. I'm not sure what that is. Maybe it's like being hit by a car. The people put lots of ointments and bandages on my legs, which was stupid because it made them hard to lick better. But the bandages are gone now and the legs are healing quickly.
They are a lot better than they they look in these pictures taken yesterday. I'm not sure why Big Boss got the camera out. He said something about being in a funny position around the cushion. I don't see what's so funny about it. I was just giving it a fluff before having a nap.
Anyway, I want to wish you all a speedy and waggy new year. Oh, and watch your knees. Or you might end up in a strange place surrounded by cats and strangers.
The thing is, I woke up sore. All my muscles were stiff, like I'd been running 40 kilometres instead of 400 metres. And I had raw, sore patches on my front legs, like I'd been banging them on something.
The green and white people talked about epilepsy whenever they were near me. I'm not sure what that is. Maybe it's like being hit by a car. The people put lots of ointments and bandages on my legs, which was stupid because it made them hard to lick better. But the bandages are gone now and the legs are healing quickly.
They are a lot better than they they look in these pictures taken yesterday. I'm not sure why Big Boss got the camera out. He said something about being in a funny position around the cushion. I don't see what's so funny about it. I was just giving it a fluff before having a nap.
Anyway, I want to wish you all a speedy and waggy new year. Oh, and watch your knees. Or you might end up in a strange place surrounded by cats and strangers.
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Comment by Heidi/Clyde
Geeze yer looks a right mess, I'm not much chop either. They've gone an took er toe off uv me other front foot now. I dunno thut I'm gunna go near thut vet agen, every time I sees him I seem ter wake up with another bit missin!
Ther Boss took ther bandages off yesterdye, there's er few pressure sores frum me skylarkin abaht but nuthin er good bit uv lickin wunt handle an I tells yer whut Scratch, uts real bonza bein able ter run abaht without yer front feet feelin rat shit. Ther Missus can't believe ut but I'm even beginnin ter put on er bit uv weight. Half me ribs is covered up. I reckons uts gunna be a real beaut year fer both uv us.
Yer mate,
Clyde.
Comment by Chris Champion
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We've been in the wars a bit, hey. Pity of it is, it doesn't seem to get much sympathy from the bitches.
How's your balance, missing toes and stuff? Can you still go snow-skiing? Perhaps you need to take up paragliding.
I had to wear a plastic cone because they wanted me to stop licking my sore foot. How can a boy stop licking something which itches all the time? Anyway, the cone was a bugger, and the Big Boss got worried about finding me down the side of the house and unable to turn around and get out. So he made a kind of skirt for my leg - taped at the top and open underneath. I couldn't get at the sore, but the air could. Big Boss was so proud of himself he took pictures and plans to blog about it. Me, I'm just left with an itching leg.
Licks and wags,
Scratch
Comment by Heidi/Clyde
Yer right abaht ther Sheilas, Heidi just tells me I'm a disgrace with me short tail, me bung eye an me missin toes. I had ter wear one uv them bucket things on me head when I pranged me good eye. I tells yer what Scratch, dun try thut trick, ut hurt like hell an got even worse when ut got stitched up. I thought they'd dragged me to Hay Hell an Booligal an back agin.
I had a bonza lick ut me foot after ther Boss took off me bandages an went dahn ter ther vet terdie ter give him er decco ut it an he went an put ther bandage back on! Flamin' wombats! he ses I'd made ut worse an all I did was ter clean ut up!
Balance usn't much uv er problem, ut's much bettr'n tryin ter walk on ruddy great corns but whots snow? an whots skiin? We gets willy willy's up here an they make yer fur get all upside dahn an gritty if yer gets caught in one, us that gettin skiied?
Theres a place near ther rugrat's house called South Para, ut's a great big lake, dus yer go glidin on thut? Ther Missus sometimes says ther are Gliders in ther sky, I uster fly when I were winnin but I dun know abaht gettin out on ther water or up in ther sky, I reckons I'd just end up even more bashed up.
Ooroo fer now,
Yer mate Clyde.,
Comment by Roux 'b Doux
Scratchy, what did the vets tell your big people about epilepsy? Does they think you has it? And how'd you scratch up your legs? I missed that.
Clyde, I'm glad you got your bandages off and are moving around better without the pain and everything. Now don't go messing 'em up again, for some reason peoples, bosses, humans, whatever you call 'em, don't like us doing that and they go to many lengths to stop us from doing that.
Your friend, Roux
Comment by Chris Champion
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Yes, Scratchy has epilepsy, about which I wrote two or three times in the early days of the blog in 2008. Two Phenomav tablets every morning, two and a half every evening. On the night of the major series of seizures, I for once forgot to give him his tablets. The grazing on his legs were caused by hitting them against the side of the house during the attacks.
Comment by Heidi/Clyde
Roux is back on line! How I've missed her. Hello Roux. Welcome back, big licks and tail wags and lots of Play Bows to you.
Heidi.