Grandma an' Grandad picked up Pumpkin from the v-e-t yesterday while Mom was at work. Grandad held him in the green masheen an' they transported the PTU (full of p-e-e), a bag of Hill's Prescription Diet fat boy kibbles, twenty-four cans of some yucky, yucky stinky BADNESS (that I won't eat, but the boys all love ... I want Fancy Feast, but Mom said "no"), syringes, Clavimox, an' insulin.
Supposedly, Pumpkin could be off of the insulin in a few weeks after efurrything is stabilized, but the v-e-t doesn't really think so for him. He had a blood sugar level in the 600s while he was in the hospital an' now it's down to 320-ish, but it needs monitoring an' reducing still.
Mom mailed our cans of Fancy Feast an' Sheba to Michigan to our furriends, an' she made a trip to an animal shelter to give away our WONDERFUL an' DELICIOUS Eukanuba ... sigh. I've been tellin' Mom to email our furriend, Bev, to ask her if there is a Eukauba that we can substitute 'cuz Mom's makin' ALL of us go on Pumpkin's diet ... an' I really don't like his food. Besides, I'm not fat. Pumpkin's not fat either 'cuz you can feel his bones an' see 'em. I'm confused. That Hill's Prescription Diet M/D kibble an' W/D stinky-badness can't be good for you if you won't eat it, right?
At least I've still got Temptations 'cept Mom got a little pack of the new "kitten" Temptations an' they don't taste like my wonderful green Seafood Medley Temptations ... they taste like chick-hen an' I don't like 'em either. Sigh.