Yesterday I had an appointment to go to the V-E-T in the PTU and decided at the last minute I wanted NOTHING to do with that! Momma tried three times to get me in the PTU. I put up a good fight and finally won in the end. hehehe! Here is a picture (which doesn't do it justice) of just SOME of the puncture wounds I made on momma letting her know just how much I didn't want to go. Finally, after a lot of screaming and crying from her, bloods dripping down her arms and shoulder, she conceded. She was very mad at me and kept mumbling something about having all my pretty little sharp nails yanked out when I go in for my surgery that is gonna yank out all my kitten making parts. GULP! I hope she calms down and changes her mind! Momma went to the vet without me (YAY!) but took my poopie with her. At least there was good news in that department. All the coccidia bugs were gone....finally! No more pills. She says now she's going to give me some drugs to make me sleepy and make it less stressful for me when it comes to getting in the PTU. I'm anxious to try those out!