Formerly Feral Friday
Hi there! You know the best thing about being formerly feral? I have a wonderful family that loves me and watches out for me.
I was feeling kinda punk...and I couldn't hide it any longer. Mom noticed my fur looked "off" and I was moving kinda slow. I'm a sleek and sassy huntress...so if I lose my tree climbing, bug chasing form, it gets noticed.
I'm so glad it was noticed. Of course...me being me...I hid. I know, it's a dumb thing to do, but I'm formerly feral. It's the first thing I think to do.
Mom and dad freaked out a bit. Dad kept looking for me until midnight...I feel bad about it since I could see him and hear him the whole time.
I was found hiding out in our little used dog house. I got shoved into a carrier and hauled off to the v-e-t. The figured out I have an abscessed tooth. I'm now on antibiotics and I got some pain meds too. Pain meds are WAY better than nip. Trust me.
I'm back home and getting wet food. BONUS!
I have to go back to the v-e-t next week to get my tooth taken out. I'm trying not to think about that part.
Thank you to my furriends who have been purring for me. It means a lot to me.
