Showing posts with label thigh roids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thigh roids. Show all posts

Thursday, July 12, 2007

How my hart is doing....

I've bin askt how my hart is doing an stuff. I wint to the dokter last week and the nooz was all good. My hart seems to be okay, no mermer or anything, and my thigh roids is under kontrol... Win I wint to the emerjinsy vet, it was at 17, an my next test it was 18.3, but my test last week shode it at abowt 1. It needs to be under 5 or sumthing like that to be helthy. So I sellubrated with a beer win the lady made beer can chikkin. I still hafta take pills twice a day for the rest of my life, but I'm better abowt taking them now than I used to be. I also gaynd a pownd of wate sinse win I was at the vet a munth ago. That's also good nooz. But the bad nooz is that I do nuthin' but sleep. But the good nooz is the peepul let me sleep with them evry nite wich I've never dun in my life. I sleep in ixzaktly the same spot all nite long, so they don't git mad abowt me walking akrost thare faces or boobs a hundred times a nite like Mao duz. I sleep on the peepul bed most of the day, too. I like it. Espeshully win my spicy vixins come over. THE END --- RtGC

Friday, May 25, 2007

In a funk Friday

Sinse my hart is inlarjed and my breething is vary vary fast and shallow and I have the feevers, I have to stay vary qwiet, wich isn't hard cuz I feel like krap. Thank yoo all for yer good wishes, espeshully frum my Spicy Vixins (and my faverite Spicy Vixin of all --- yoo know hoo yoo are). I hope to be bak running up walls and terning summersalts pritty soon.

Yer frend,
Rocky the Gutter Cat

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Thigh Roid Thursday

I've bin feeling pritty krappy lately. And yesterday I just wuzn't up to eeting or drinking or pooping or peeing, so I just lade by my water fowntin and slept. The peepul started to git werried, so late last nite they pulled owt the torcher box, forst me into it, and drove me away in the bloo masheen.

We wint to one dokter hoo poked me in emberrussing places and told us that thare dokters left at 10pm, but that I wuz running a feever and had sum discharjes, so I shood go rite away to the emerjinsy vet. So we drove all the way to anuther cownty and wint to anuther dokter hoo took me rite in and put me in an oxyjen tent (but we wern't going camping) and started torchering me more. I didn't care. I felt poopy. They let the peepul come in and pet me and then they sent them bak owt. Thare were woofies and berdies thare, too, but I didn't have much of an appytite for berdies. After many many needul torchers, and many many howrs, they put me bak in the cardbord box and we wint bak in the bloo masheen and I wint home. And rite beefore we got to owr howse, a vishus deer ran tord the bloo masheen and tride to git me! Needless to say, I did not have my Mao & Rocky's VDR with me. Cood the nite have bin any werse???

The peepul were werried that I was going into renul and hart faylyer, and I had a feever and a fast hart rate and bad breething. But it terns owt, my kidmeez arn't so bad, but my hart is vary inlarjed and my thighroids are givving me problims wich I don't unnerstand becuz my thighs felt just fine. The peepul lookt like deth warmd over. I think I need to milk thare simputhy for all its werth. But don't cownt ole' Rocky owt, yet!

Monday, September 11, 2006

It suks to be me, PT 2

No brekfist this morning, and then before I new it, they put me in a box and drove me to the torchur place agin. I peed in the box just to show them. At the torchur place they spent most of the day cheking my pee. Then they stuk needuls in me and I past owt frum the ordeel. Win I woke up, my gums hert. Then they stuk more needuls in me. Then the lady came. I skreemd "TAKE ME HOME TAKE ME HOME." I sed sum bad werds that are on Skeezix's bad werd list, too. The lady sed that for all the munny they spent, I shood werk on improoving my persunality so that I'm injoyabul to be arownd. Skrew them. The lady and the man were happy that I didn't have kid me problims. I never kid anybuddy, so I don't know whut thare talking abowt. The old man sed I still have a problim with my thigh roids, wich I gess is like hemroids, only lower. Skrew him. My mouth herts and I'm still hungrey frum starving all nite and day and I need a drink of water, and I think my thighs look pritty good for a geezer cat. THE END -- RtGC