Why?
'cause Uncle MaxMaxx is back in the hospital.
Yep. Uncle got took to prison on Thursday. Tommy thought Uncle wasn't acting too sickly--translation: Uncle was still eating and drinking--but, there was a tug at Tommy, something wasn't all the way right. Then Thursday she caught Uncle in a squat that wasn't the poo box a doing this straining thing.
Long story short some tinkle tink urinary issues. Not as bad as Uncle had them in April. Uptil this happened Uncle zipped up the cat tree and bopped me on the head. He didn't hideaway like he did in April, but....Uncle is doing much better. The prison guards staff him a sweet boy! He's hooked up to an IV, a catheter and resting comfortably as he can. Tommy went to see him yesterday, and is headed there this morning too. These are photos from Friday.
Uncle was brought into a room and put on a table. Tommy says even with all that stuff hooked up and on Uncle, she got her arms around him and cuddled him close. Before the prison guard one of the staff left them alone, she said, "You can tell he's happy too see you." For those moments all was right with the world.
And the reason I know my Uncle MaxMaxx ain't feeling THAT bad? Because the prison guards told Tommy it took THREE (3) of em to hold down Uncle to give him his medicine.
Yea. Uncle is gonna be just fine!
