Convalescing.. recuperating.. whatever.. I am confined! This is so not happening..
On the day of my surgery the surgeon doctor did something while I slept. When I woke up I found I was NOT home. I cried and cried and cried and cried. All night long. Mom wanted to come down so bad but she didn’t in the end because she’d have to leave eventually and it’d be harder for both of us. But she came to see me early next morning. I was still crying. I was so happy to see her. I peed a lot. I saw a rabbit too. I tried to chase it. She said no. She gave me some food. I drank gallons of water and wanted more. They said no. She left. I cried.
5 hours later they called mom and said I was ready to go home. I came home. HOME!!! Wait. What is this? I have to be confined? Inside this play pen thingy? When did mom get this? This sucks..
Mom had to be inside the pen with me for a while. Good thing she’s small. I moved to the bathroom at night so I could see mom in bed. I still cried and cried.
So she’s camping out in the living room these days. She sleeps right by my prison. I mean my pen.
The one silver lining out of the dismal situation is food. She’s been cooking all my favorite food. *drools*
Is Pebbles throwing tantrum because she’s feeling a bit neglected? or…..