Thursday 26 November 2009

Stitches Out!!!!

At last.......... They finally took the rest of my stitches out today! So I'm now free & guess what..... As I said the mice think they've got one up on me as there's loads of them out there now! I'll give them a few days to think I'm not a threat anymore before I start taking them all down again. It's nice to finally get out & about again & away from Wibble, she's been driving me nuts. Anyway, I said I'd let you all know once the dreaded stitches were out, so now I'm off for my tea & a well earned rest after being out & about all day!
I'll catch up with you all soon!

Monday 23 November 2009

23rd November 2009

Today they told me that I'd be free again (at last!) and that they would be taking out my stitches. Well, that didn't happen because they took the first few out then told me the rest have got to stay in for a few days longer! Am really fed up with this now!
Then to top it all off 'Wibble' decided to rub my nose in the fact that she's been playing with all the new Christmas toy's that came in todays order (I was wondering what they all kept shouting at her for), but then I suppose at least I'm out of trouble being banged up still!
I was allowed out for a little while this morning, to stretch my legs apparently, but then I managed to ruin it all when they caught me trying to escape out the back door! I'm sure the mouse population in the field is getting out of control by now, they just don't understand. So before they caught me I was sick all over the stairs........ that'll teach them!
I'll let you all know how the final stitch removal goes in a few days!

Thursday 19 November 2009

At last

They've let me out at last. Didn't seem too keen when I made a bee line for the back door. They weren't impressed with my half hearted attempt to clear the reception desk either. Scooped me up muttering something about my insides coming out if I kept that up, and stuck me back in a kennel. At least it was bigger than the last one.
Truth to tell, I was trying to get away from that black Tasmanian Devil (although they insist that she's something called a "kitten") that they've adopted and called Wibble.
I'll give her Wibble if she sticks her paw through the bars of my prison and tries to nick my tea again!

Wednesday 18 November 2009

Bored and broken

Good morning all!
I'm bored. Last week some twit ran me over in the car park. The boss and nurses fixed me up, but I've been banged up in this kennel for a week now, so I decided to start this blog. When something happens, I'll let you know.