This is what the staff do when they get confused:

The confused staff of this hospital

She is called Clarissa and I’m not leaving until she leaves. In fact we are both going to leave togther and live together. We had better make a plan on how to get out of this prison.  Clarissa is smart, she will think of something even if her leg is in a plaster.

My Clarissa

The poodle across just made a pass at me. Here I am sharing a cage with the most beautiful creature on earth and an old bag whose breath I can smell from a few yards away is trying to chat me up. And she just doesn’t stop. I’m getting a headache.

If only she knew why I am here, she’d probably shut up.

I’ve just fallen in love. An hour ago this gorgeous cutie was placed in my cage. I think her leg is broken as she has a plaster on her front leg. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t allow anyone into my space, but I don’t mind her.

She is still very sleepy and whimpering. Can’t wait until she wakes up. Meanwhile, I’ll just continue staring at her. Funny, I don’t feel hungry anymore…

I’m starving. I didn’t or couldn’t eat yesterday, and all I got for breakfast was a measly biscuit with a bowl of lukewarm water. My stomach’s rumbling. My neighbours are giving me dirty looks. Its not my fault. He didn’t even bring me anything to eat when he cam e to visit me. Wait till I get home.

I am feeling very dejected.. The world has crashed around me. I have to spend another day in this “black hole of Calcutta”. It seems that the stitches have not healed properly and I have to spend another sleepless night here. I feel like being in a bar out of Star Wars.

I can’t believe he actually agreed with the doctor. I refuse to eat or drink anymore…

Who said that only humans need it dark to sleep. A light was left on the whole night. I’m sure the other animals felt the same but they were too sedated to notice. I didn’t like my blanket. It was too “used” and smelt aweful like a dishcloth that hasn’t been washed properly for a few weeks.

Ah, morning. Can someone switch off the darn light so I can get some shut-eye in a natural light.

The puppy chow had bits of grain in it and the water was served in a plasic bowl. They obviously aren’t keeping up with the times and haven’t heard of the dangers associated with using plastic containers to hold water.

I would have preferred a green bowl instead of the yucky yellow one.

I am definitely not coming back to this place again, insurance or no insurance! To add insult to injury I overheard that I will be spending the night here. That’s scary.

Imagine bundling me up in a sack cloth after a 20 minute hysterectomy. You would think they would have the decency to use a blanket-even a polyester one if that.