Help! I'm Stuck in Bed

At 10AM, Marty called up the stairs telling me it was time to get up. I enjoyed the extra hours of sleeping in and awoke with a smile which quickly turned into a "What the heck?!" when I couldn't move.

I was under the blankets on my back. There were several cats snuggled against me from shoulder to foot. Three cats were sprawled on top of my legs, one above my head, one on my chest. The past week at the clinic wore me out and I had no muscle strength to move the weight of the cats. All I could do was lift my head and call "Help!. Marty, help!"

Unfortunately Marty was shaving with the water running in the sink and couldn't hear me. Even more unfortunate, my voice alerted several other cats that I was awake and they joined me in bed to say good morning while stepping on my chest and jumping on my full bladder and adding more weight to my very tired limbs.

I yelled again, "Marty, help me!" He finally heard and rushed upstairs with panic in his voice..."What's wrong? Are you okay?" I felt rather foolish when saying I couldn't get out of bed because the cats weighed too much.

Very tired muscles and loss of strength is a given in my profession at times. Friday I spent an hour with a full grown Great Dane while taking x-rays. Try wrestling a large dog like that onto her back when she is adamant that she wants to stay on her side. And then try keeping her on the x-ray table while the films develop when she insists on getting down.

I laid on her but she stood up on the table, throwing my elbow into the collimator (OW!) and making me use all my body strength to keep her on the table. And each time she won. The last time, Kate and I both laid on the Dane and still she got away from us by standing up and stepping off the table. Yep, my muscles are like limp noodles now.

Kate is the Vet. Asst. we hired to replace Mabeline. What a refreshing person Kate is. She is intelligent, has common sense, animal experience and loves the work. Everyone enjoys working with Kate. Everyone except Dora.