Calico Cat asks BB why she has to take pills.

BBand Arabian mare communicates via her owner Anita Curtis

Dear BB,

I am a very beautiful calico cat. I am loving, intelligent, and brave, and my humans and I adore each other. I had not been feeling well lately and my humans took me to the vet. I screamed and hollered the whole way there to let them know I didn’t want to go, but they didn’t listen. I don’t know how they could have missed my message. They are usually pretty bright.

I was weighed, poked and prodded, and stuck with a needle. You don’t even want to know what they did with something they called a thermometer. The humans there were really all quite nice, but I just glared at them. The only thing I wanted to do was to go home, eat grass, and throw up.

I listened very carefully when my humans were told about changing my diet and giving me little white pills. I knew they had more sense than to do that stuff. I was wrong! BB, I think they are trying to poison me. I put up a big fight, but they jam those pills into me. The food isn’t really too bad, but I won’t eat it because…………… well, I don’t know why, but I won’t.

They tell me that they are making me healthier. I don’t listen. BB, how can I bring them to their senses and get my life back the way it was?

Unhappy Kitty.

Dear Unhappy Kitty.

My last blog was about a dog who was training his human. I received so many letters after I answered his letter that I was going to do more blogs about training humans. However, I’m going to answer you first because your letter addresses something that is going on in my life right now.

About four months ago I woke up and couldn’t open my right eye. It itched like crazy and felt weepy. Anita was alarmed and called the vet. We horses have the vets come to us. I’ve heard that waiting rooms at the vet’s office are awful. Well, having them come to you is no picnic either. Like you, I was poked, prodded, and suffered the indignity of the thermometer. I will say I never got weighed, so I don’t know what that would be like.

The needle I got was supposed to make me drowsy so she could look into my eye. Ha! I stayed wide awake, all four hooves planted, and nose straight up to the ceiling. You cannot believe all the cobwebs I saw in the rafters – and I was only looking through my left eye.

The vet told Anita that I had something called uveitis, but she did not believe I would go blind from it. That got my attention. I was both horrified and relieved at the same time. She gave Anita some gooey stuff to put in my eye and told her I should wear a fly mask. Like you, I thought she had more sense than to do that stuff. Like you, I was wrong.

Through the years Anita has slowed down a lot in cleaning our stalls. She suggests constantly that I do my “business” outside. Really!? Out in the open? I don’t think so. I do try to help by walking around my stall while dragging my hooves through the piles to spread it out for her. I never get a “thank you” for my efforts. Anyway, I thought that if I just stood in a corner with my head up she wouldn’t be able to get the gooey stuff or fly mask on me. Do you know what she did? She walked off and sat down. There I stood, nose up, facing a corner. I finally went to her and asked when I was going to get fed. She had the nerve to tell me I would get fed after I got the gooey stuff and fly mask on. I gave in, but we repeated that routine for days and days. I did not always need the gooey stuff, but I still stuck to my guns on standing in the corner. She kept telling me it would all make me feel better. One day I was out in the bright sun, looking through the mask and I realized that my eye was quite comfortable and it did not itch. My eye felt even better when I was in shaded areas.

The next time she came toward me with the mask I went to her and put my head down. You won’t believe this. She started to cry. I didn’t know what to do so I just pressed my head into her and stood with her. It was rather sweet.

This has been lengthy, but Anita told her friend Joan what was going on. Joan knows all about natural horse medicines and told her about some Chinese herbs for uveitis. Anita got the herbs and put it on my food. I love it!

When I first started taking the herbs I had to get the gooey stuff on my eye every three days. As time went on I went more days without it. Right now it has been over three weeks since I have needed it.

To my horse friends: If your humans want to know about this herb stuff, have them call Anita at 610 327 3820. There are herbs for most of our problems like Cushing’s, founder, abscesses, melanoma, and more. She’s pretty excited about these products.

What I’m trying to tell you, Unhappy Kitty, is that sometimes the humans do know what is best for us. Stop fighting and cooperate. If what they are doing does not work they will figure it out and make changes. They love us and want the best for us.

Time for dinner. Gotta run…………..