Dear readers,
this is Hattori. I am writing this post because I had a bit of a rough week. Daddy returned from his business trip on Friday, so I am not completely frustrated any more, but I am hoping that he won't be gone for this long any time soon. In any case, I am slowly recovering from last week's events, and am thankful for avery minute of cuddling with my parents. Mommy even gets up at night when I start meowing pitifully in front of the bedroom door, and checks on me. I must say that I occasionally take advantage of it and meow her out of bed just to make her pet me. It is adorable that she is always worried about me now. But let me start explaining from the beginning.
On Monday last week, I was feeling terrible. I had this weird feeling in my stomach, and didn't know what was happening to my little body. Probably I was upset about daddy being gone, but now I know that I also should not have tried to lick everything in the apartment and eaten too much wheat grass. Let's say it was probably a combination of unfortunate events. I barely managed to drag myself to my parents' bedroom door and meow pitifully a few times in order to attract mommy's attention before my body started jerking backwards and forwards, like a fast version of an earthworm moving forward, and part of what I had eaten came back up my mouth.
When I thought the nightmare was over, it happened once again. I was so scared as it had not happened to me before. I was very distressed and was shaking. I tried to hide in a bathroom corner, but after a while, I decided it was better to cuddle with mommy, especially since she stayed home from work because she was so worried about me. I slowly started feeling better. In the afternoon, my brother and I tried to annoy mommy very much because even though she said she needed to get some work done, we kept occupying the computer. We can't help it, it is so nice and warm. Also, we are way more important than work anyway, and we are very cute when we are both curled up on her computer on top of each other.
Later in the week, my curiosity caused me to take a bath with mommy. I was sitting on the side of the bathtub and was so fascinated by the movement of the waves, resulting from me repeatedly touching the surface of the water with my cute furry paw, that I lost my balance and fell in the water. Mommy tried to dry me off with a towel, but I am already a big boy, so I wanted to clean myself. The water tasted terrible, like oranges, ginger and salt. Mommy says she used nice bath salts from Salt Lake City, but if it was up to me, I would bathe in fish or meat-infused water. Mmmmhhh.
On Friday, just when mommy said she was going out to pick daddy up from the airport, I had to throw up again. This time, I chose the living room carpet as my puking target, not the wooden floor. It is just softer to sit on when you heave to go through this terrible ordeal. At least this time, I already knew what was happening to me. But it still wasn't pleasant because my parents force-fed me flax seeds soaked in warm water in order to "repair" my tiny little stomach. This time, I also had diarrhea, but my dear little brother, who is obsessed with cleaning, helped me hide the mess in the cat toilet. Sometimes, he would scrape around for three minutes or even longer until the corpus delicti was well hidden and he was satisfied.
Now, I am feeling better, but I am always hungry. I could eat the whole day, especially fish, which we were allowed to try for the first time yesterday. We only got a few bites, but it was so delicious that we tried to climb up daddy's pants when he was cooking. Life is good now that he's back because we like to see our parents together and happy. I have also discovered my passion for curling up and taking a nap on mommy's head if she's fallen asleep on the couch... again!, but I will talk about this in another post!
"Talk" to you soon, friends!
Your party pooper, Hattori :)
this is Hattori. I am writing this post because I had a bit of a rough week. Daddy returned from his business trip on Friday, so I am not completely frustrated any more, but I am hoping that he won't be gone for this long any time soon. In any case, I am slowly recovering from last week's events, and am thankful for avery minute of cuddling with my parents. Mommy even gets up at night when I start meowing pitifully in front of the bedroom door, and checks on me. I must say that I occasionally take advantage of it and meow her out of bed just to make her pet me. It is adorable that she is always worried about me now. But let me start explaining from the beginning.
On Monday last week, I was feeling terrible. I had this weird feeling in my stomach, and didn't know what was happening to my little body. Probably I was upset about daddy being gone, but now I know that I also should not have tried to lick everything in the apartment and eaten too much wheat grass. Let's say it was probably a combination of unfortunate events. I barely managed to drag myself to my parents' bedroom door and meow pitifully a few times in order to attract mommy's attention before my body started jerking backwards and forwards, like a fast version of an earthworm moving forward, and part of what I had eaten came back up my mouth.
When I thought the nightmare was over, it happened once again. I was so scared as it had not happened to me before. I was very distressed and was shaking. I tried to hide in a bathroom corner, but after a while, I decided it was better to cuddle with mommy, especially since she stayed home from work because she was so worried about me. I slowly started feeling better. In the afternoon, my brother and I tried to annoy mommy very much because even though she said she needed to get some work done, we kept occupying the computer. We can't help it, it is so nice and warm. Also, we are way more important than work anyway, and we are very cute when we are both curled up on her computer on top of each other.
Later in the week, my curiosity caused me to take a bath with mommy. I was sitting on the side of the bathtub and was so fascinated by the movement of the waves, resulting from me repeatedly touching the surface of the water with my cute furry paw, that I lost my balance and fell in the water. Mommy tried to dry me off with a towel, but I am already a big boy, so I wanted to clean myself. The water tasted terrible, like oranges, ginger and salt. Mommy says she used nice bath salts from Salt Lake City, but if it was up to me, I would bathe in fish or meat-infused water. Mmmmhhh.
On Friday, just when mommy said she was going out to pick daddy up from the airport, I had to throw up again. This time, I chose the living room carpet as my puking target, not the wooden floor. It is just softer to sit on when you heave to go through this terrible ordeal. At least this time, I already knew what was happening to me. But it still wasn't pleasant because my parents force-fed me flax seeds soaked in warm water in order to "repair" my tiny little stomach. This time, I also had diarrhea, but my dear little brother, who is obsessed with cleaning, helped me hide the mess in the cat toilet. Sometimes, he would scrape around for three minutes or even longer until the corpus delicti was well hidden and he was satisfied.
Now, I am feeling better, but I am always hungry. I could eat the whole day, especially fish, which we were allowed to try for the first time yesterday. We only got a few bites, but it was so delicious that we tried to climb up daddy's pants when he was cooking. Life is good now that he's back because we like to see our parents together and happy. I have also discovered my passion for curling up and taking a nap on mommy's head if she's fallen asleep on the couch... again!, but I will talk about this in another post!
"Talk" to you soon, friends!
Your party pooper, Hattori :)
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