I have a love/hate relationship with the bearded hooman, they call THE DOCTOR. I love that he was the one who ultimately gave me a home but I hate that he always pokes and prods at me. If he could just get past that part, he would be an alright hooman in my eyes. He, in turn, loves me because, after all, it is me BETTIE. The hate part comes in because he says I have an attitude. I mean who would not have an attitude with this bearded hooman. He harvests toes, hair, skin and who knows what else. I have just survived my last encounter with him.
I am doing well after my surgery. My hair is growing back in. The bearded hooman sent a piece of me away (here we go again with the harvesting) for something called a “his too path”. It sounds kind of fancy to me. He was talking with the front desk hooman about the results being back. I waited for him to sit me down and discuss this. He did not make any attempt to have a meeting with me. I jumped up on the counter while he was standing there and he said nothing. I meowed loudly while he was standing at a computer and talking to a visitor hooman. The visitor hooman even acknowledged me and gave me some scratches. Nothing from the bearded hooman! I ran past him and quickly dodged in front of him, still nothing! I know this bearded hooman has A LOT going on! He is ALWAYS here running around, on the phone, or talking to visitor hoomans. He barely even has time to eat his wetsies and sometimes he does not get any at all. Can you imagine? I would literally die without my wetsies! Often, I hear him late at night when I am trying to get my beauty sleep. I finally decided that I had enough. He was going to discuss my results with me. I wandered into his cave. There are so many pieces of paper everywhere in there and all of these books on the wall. It is a complete mess. I would never be able to stay in such a mess. Most of the worker hoomans seem to avoid this area or approach it with trepidation but not me, Bettie. I sauntered right in there, jumped up on his big comfy chair and stared intensely right at that bearded hooman. The chair is extremely comfy and there is a blanket too. I had never been on it much before. That is all I remember. I went into another time warp again…...okay, I fell asleep. Give a gal a break! I do not know what happened. I was so determined to get those results and then, the comfy chair!
Later on I heard him talking to the front desk hooman and the tall worker hooman. They asked to know what my results were. Apparently, they must be better at asking than I was because he told them right away! Imagine that! They got faster results, than me!
So here it is hoomans: The conclusion is that I had inflammation and there was no cause found for it. The bearded hooman believes that I had a reaction to that lotion the worker hoomans were rubbing on me for my treatment. He seems pretty smart so I will accept that result. However, I feel like I went through a lot to find out that, essentially, I am a sensitive gal.
