Freak Out!

Well, I know one really good way to freak out my mom: jump off the balcony!! Well, I would never admit it to her, but I might have actually fallen off...overshot a jump on the thin railing.

So...a trip to the emergency room I got. My mom raced downstairs to get me...all she heard was a loud thump (she turned her back for 2 seconds and I made a leap for it) then she saw me on the ground. The cement ground. So she came and got me and ran me back upstairs. I was walking kind of funny. She called grandma and they decided I should go to the vet. Mom got out the carrier and I hid under the bed. She had to pull me out by the scruff and I didn't even argue--I was a bit sore.

After an initial exam where I hissed and growled at the doctor (she was really hurting me!) I got some pain killers and they took two X-rays of my hips and insides. Besides being able to tell my mom that my bladder was full, the doctor also told my mom that I hadn't broken any bones. She did find some abrasions on my paws. One was even bleeding (a small sample on my mom's shirt).

When I got home, Portia sniffed at me and hissed. I am, of course, acting a bit odd, but that will likely go away after the pains meds are over. I just want to sit down because my paws hurt. But Portia knows something isn't quite right and she's annoyingly following me around, trying to sniff out what it is.

My mom had quite the scare but she feels relieved now that she knows nothing serious is injured. Phew! I think I'll stay off the balcony for a while.

Small meows tonite, in pain, so until next time....meow.