Anyway, the celebration didn't last long. Later that day my blood test came back...I'm positive for diabetes. A normal score is under 120...back in Dec when I got my teeth yanked, my score was 108. On Friday it was 531. Meowch. The first thing we are going to do is change my diet to a more protein-based one vs. carbs. Mom has to monitor my blood sugar levels and keep a close eye on me. If I get worse, I'll have to get insulin shots from her twice a day. Neither of us want that. I'm already fearful of the blood sugar checks. She bought this glucometer and it appears that she is going to prick my ear to get a blood sample. Um, what?
In other news, Citikitty arrived in the mail. To prepare me for toilet training, Mom has moved my litter box to the basement bathroom. I hate it down there! To show her how much it "pissed" me off, I peed in my bed (which I have never used) right in front of her. I wish I could've taped her reaction...at first she thought I was going to snuggle up in it. But after a few seconds of me just staring at the wall, I think she realized I wasn't just "sitting". Her praise quickly turned into "bad kitty!". She now has two nicknames for me... "P Diddy" and (one I think is very rude) "Diabete Kitty".
The best part of peeing right in front of her was watching her take a picture of me doing it. She thought she was capturing a precious moment in my bed, when really I was giving her good reason to clean the rug.
We gave you a bum kitty, my bad!
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