Donna & Doogle
Member Since 2011
Yesterday's Condo
So interesting morning, Doogle got his shot an hour late. Went to check Doogle for his AMPS at 10mins till time and he was 173. So I decided to feed him and shot at the normal time. So while he is eating, the DH and I go out back and put up a structure for the outdoor cats that come into our yard to protect them from the rain and cold, put out straw in it and come in. (took 20 mins). Cant find Doogle anywhere. So we get out a treat bag and shake it and he comes out looking. I go to pick him up and he WIGS out!! Scratches the crap out of me (I now look like the Mummy). He runs and we cant find him again. We get out ham hoping the smell would bring him out, nope. So we look and look and finally after 40 minutes we find him. I pick him up and he is wigging out still. We take him to the bedroom, close the door and try and calm him down. We test him again and he is only 208 (so the stress of whatever didnt bother him). We finally get his shot in at 10 till 11am. The only thing I can think of is he freaked out over the thing we were putting up and the straw. Its something new and strange in sight of him outside his normal sleeping window. So now my chest has a huge bandage on it from his back claws racking me and a bandage on my arm. The people and kids at school are going to begin to wonder what the hell goes on at my house.....lol.
So interesting morning, Doogle got his shot an hour late. Went to check Doogle for his AMPS at 10mins till time and he was 173. So I decided to feed him and shot at the normal time. So while he is eating, the DH and I go out back and put up a structure for the outdoor cats that come into our yard to protect them from the rain and cold, put out straw in it and come in. (took 20 mins). Cant find Doogle anywhere. So we get out a treat bag and shake it and he comes out looking. I go to pick him up and he WIGS out!! Scratches the crap out of me (I now look like the Mummy). He runs and we cant find him again. We get out ham hoping the smell would bring him out, nope. So we look and look and finally after 40 minutes we find him. I pick him up and he is wigging out still. We take him to the bedroom, close the door and try and calm him down. We test him again and he is only 208 (so the stress of whatever didnt bother him). We finally get his shot in at 10 till 11am. The only thing I can think of is he freaked out over the thing we were putting up and the straw. Its something new and strange in sight of him outside his normal sleeping window. So now my chest has a huge bandage on it from his back claws racking me and a bandage on my arm. The people and kids at school are going to begin to wonder what the hell goes on at my house.....lol.
