kattenman@2008
Chapter 32 told by Sharky
The days
are shorter as the summer ends but my chill hours remain the same.
One day I
dreamt how it would be to go with Bossy dialyse (no idea what that was)
In the
morning around 8”o clock I step into my travelbasket and the both of us step
inside a taxi.
That just a
car with driver who drives us where we want.
Within a
few minutes we arrive in
Once inside
we step into an elevator, never knew what that was, onto the first floor.
In a
special room several people were dialysed.
As I
understand now their blood is cleaned by a special machine.
Bossy goes
to his chair and starts to push several buttons.
Than he
returns to the hallway and weighs himself.
After weighing
he presses a few more buttons.
I could
overlook that because I was put in my basket beside his chair.
He put a
green bandage around his arm and sat down.
He Bossy do
I have to remain on the floor?
After my
meowing was heard somebody came and put me on Bossy’s lap.
Well now
the party really went on.
One of the
nurses came to help him to “connect”.
I was
curious but now I know, no way they would do that on me.
She took a
huge syringe, much larger as Lady got chapter 29, and stabbed him in his arm.
I thought
Bossy would faint but it seemed not to hurt him.
Seconds
later he was stabbed by syringe no two.
I was so
glad we cats don’t have to dialyse!
Once
connected that nurse started to cuddle me.
And I liked
that very much being the middle of all attention.
The nurse
went away and another appeared also cuddling me.
That 3.5
hour went by in so little time it appeared, before I knew it was time to disconnect.
I was put
in my basket while two nurses disconnected Bossy.
It had
something to do with being sterile and infections etc.
Some 10
minutes later Bossy went up from his chair, said goodbye to everybody and went
downstairs.
The taxi
already waited and away we went.
Five
minutes later we were at home.
I was put
on the floor, the basket door was opened and I jumped on Bossy bed.
Knowing he
had to rest for a few hours it was my task to keep him warm.
Hearing a
sound I awoke and Bossy was in the hallway.
I meowed if
dialyse went well and my food bowl needed refilling.
Bossy
looked at me, he hadn’t heard that much meowing in months.
He asked me
what I had dreamt, while filling my food bowl.
Having so
much to tell, I almost didn’t have time to eat.
Still not
able to talk back in my language he just meowed back.
Bossy I am
sorry, you sometimes understand me but don’t try to talk back, and that doesn’t
make sense.