Lynettea said I could write a little bit, although I am spending most of my time lying in my basket, which she has put in the lounge room near my computer. For years the basket has been on top of the washing machine, but she got it down for me last night, as I only felt like sitting on the carpet, instead of jumping up onto one of my seats in the chairs.
I worry that Lynettea has made my private health problems so public. I tell her it can't interest anyone if I have used my litter tray. Anyway I have done a few little bits, if anyone is interested. I took my tablet this morning, as I felt sorry for Lynettea. She sat there brushing my coat a lot and worrying about me. I can tell that she is worrying, because she keeps on saying things like, 'I love you Diamond. Get well!' or, 'Do you want a cuddly now Diamond?'
I didn't like it at the Vet Hospital. They gave me a cosy to sleep in which rolled over when I turned around and threw me out. Lynettea came to visit and told the nurse about me falling out of the cosy. They gave me chicken to eat - but I don't like it. And they kept sticking things into me, which they called enemas. I felt really poked about and pulled about and my arm was bandaged so stiffly with the drip that Lynettea thought it was a sticking out part of the cosy, until she saw a bit of my furs coming out the end of the bandage.
I am trying to rest, so don't think I will write any more now. Thank you to my friends for all your wishes.