Whilst I have four years of my life to catch up with, I think my readers need to know about the trauma that I have been through in the past few weeks first.

It was not easy having to suffer when peeing (She has told him not to use the Piss word under any circumstances - far too common!), and I tried to be brave, but it was hurting. They realised that something wasn't right when I started going to my litter tray every few minutes, especially after my big sleep overnight. So, as per usual, I was bungled into my cat box one Saturday morning and off to the man they call Vet. I have never taken to this man - the previous one They called Vet was lovely and knew how to treat a lady like me - but it seems that I was being a bit unfair on him, as he told Them what was wrong with me. Wish though I hadn't been in the room at the same time - They think that I don't understand what is being said by them. What little do They know!

'Bladder Stones' Vet said abruptly. "Two of them, and they will have to come out". "Within the next couple of days". "Tia won't like it" - this was the understatement! How come I had no say in what happened next? I was quite happy for him to give me a tablet to sort this out, and at a push, I would have allowed one of those sharp pointy things that he stabs me with once a year. But this went one stage too far..

Two days later They 'forgot' to give me my breakfast. First sign that something wasn't right. They were trying to be soooo nice to me as well. She was anxious though. And He was no better. Soon became obvious why, when it was back to Vet, but this time they had the audacity to leave me with him. What kind of parent would do this to their only kitten?

Ok - it was nice to be pampered by the nurse, but I was HUNGRY. Which bit did they not understand? Then - out of the blue - Vet takes me into his room (he called it a Theatre) and starts SHAVING my belly. Talk about me losing my dignity! I was so shocked, I forgot to complain and bite him (like I did the last time someone tried to shave me). And then - to top it all - he tells me I'm going to sleep. Nobody - and I mean nobody - tells Tia when she is going to sleep. Part of being a house-cat is to ensure that They never know when I am going to be awake. This way They can never relax!. And yet Vet did exactly what he said. Zzzzzz. 20 mins later and I'm waking up, but feeling as if the world is spinning around me. Vet says to nurse that it all went very well, and Tia no longer has her Bladder Stones. Yet again -was I consulted? No!

By now, the pain was kicking in in my belly, not helped by an empty stomach, but they soon gave me some food, and I just had to wait until They picked me up a few hours later. Gave me plenty of time to work out exactly what I was going to tell Them about their total lack of parenting etc.

Will tell you about my recovery next time

Love

Tia