We are searching data for your request:
Upon completion, a link will appear to access the found materials.
Napoleon cat for sale-
I need help with an awesome kitty named Napoleon. He is a beautiful black with white and black, who is only 4 months old. He has been spoiled and is in a pet store in the middle of nowhere. He has a litterbox inside his pen that he has used for a while now, but recently I put some litter inside it because his litterbox was getting pretty bad. When I went to get some litter this past Friday, the store said they weren't going to be selling litter, only kitty litter. So I called my vet, who told me to take Napoleon home, which I did. Saturday night, I took Napoleon to my vet's office, who told me to put him in the garage, where it was nice and cool. He was all alone, and so I put him in a corner. By the time I went to put him in his garage on Sunday morning, he was all wet. I thought it was normal for a cat to get wet in the garage, so I left him there until Sunday night. I went back to my vet's office and took him out. My vet said that Napoleon had a UTI and asked me if I would take him back to her to be on antibiotics. I told her yes. That is when she gave me some kitty antibiotics, which she said I was supposed to give him all at once and that she would have to go away for a little bit. The day that my vet left me alone to give Napoleon his medicine, he was having a seizure. When I returned home after my vet left, I noticed that he was just standing there, but he had water all around him, as well as diarrhea. I didn't even put his food down, he just stood there and wouldn't eat. I took him to my vet's office on Monday, and they said to just give him 2-3 teaspoons of the cat food that they gave me on Sunday night, because he had eaten that the day before. My vet said that that was too much at once, and that I should give it to him gradually, starting with only half a teaspoon. I started feeding him with just half a teaspoon for two days. He seemed to be eating well, but he still had some diarrhea. I told my vet that I was going to try to mix some chicken broth with his food to help the process. My vet also advised me to keep Napoleon with me in the house while he was getting better, because she didn't want to put him back in the garage. Every time I would go home, I would try to get Napoleon to come with me.
Napoleon would eat well at first, and then he started to vomit. He kept getting worse. My vet didn't think it was anything too serious, so we waited to see if he would get better. After a few days, he got so weak, he couldn't even stand up, and he seemed really tired. I kept taking him to my vet, and he kept telling me to feed him more. It seemed like he was just getting sicker and sicker. Napoleon wasn't eating much, he was just barely taking his food. I kept mixing more and more chicken broth in his food to try to help him. My vet didn't want to give me any anti-nausea medicine, because she didn't think it was anything to worry about. She also didn't want to give me any pain medicine, because she didn't think he was in much pain.
I really wanted to get Napoleon better, and I didn't want to let him out of my sight. When my friends were over, they noticed that he wasn't eating much, and they wanted to see him, so I told them that he wasn't eating, and that I didn't know if he was doing any better or not. I really didn't want to upset them, so I kept it a secret. I didn't want to admit that Napoleon wasn't eating. I wanted to make them think that he was getting better.
After a couple of days, Napoleon finally did start to eat a little bit of food. He was just barely eating though. I still didn't feel like it was anything to worry about. It was like he was just resting.
It turned out that Napoleon was in a lot of pain. I had told my vet that he wasn't eating much, but she didn't tell me that he was in so much pain. She said that he wasn't in too much pain, and that he just wasn't eating. I just didn't know if I was going to let him out of my sight again. He started to show me some signs of weakness. I was worried, because Napoleon wasn't eating and wasn't doing well. I kept telling myself that he just wasn't eating, and I kept trying to make my friends think that he was getting better. I knew that I had to make sure that he got home safe and sound.
Napoleon was still in a lot of pain, and he was having trouble getting around. He had trouble walking, and he kept falling over. My friend's dog was very patient. He let me pick up Napoleon so that he could just follow us. I was worried that Napoleon might pass out or throw up. I was still holding onto Napoleon's leash because I didn't want to let him go anywhere. My friend's dog was also telling me that Napoleon was getting weaker. My friend's dog said that I should probably put Napoleon down so that I wouldn't have to worry about Napoleon. I told him that I didn't know if I could do that. I told him that I didn't think Napoleon would like it. He said that I had to do what I felt was right, and I could always ask Napoleon if he wanted to stop.
Napoleon's owner was standing on a bridge over the Ohio River. He asked if he could cross over. He told me that he didn't want to be late for his trip. I told him that I understood that, and I told him that he could cross over. I gave Napoleon back to him, and he thanked me.
Napoleon's owner gave me his business card and said that he would definitely call me if Napoleon got sick or started acting up.
That night, I couldn't get to sleep. I kept thinking about Napoleon. I felt bad about putting Napoleon down, and I felt bad about not being able to help Napoleon. I was worried about what would happen to Napoleon. I still hoped that he was okay. I wanted to know if he had made it home safe and sound. I was worried about my friends. They had all of this trouble, and I was worried about them.
Napoleon got sick, and he wasn't going to be well. I knew that he needed to be back at the farm with the others, but I wanted to take him with me. I couldn't leave my friends.
I was a little nervous the next morning. I was scared that I might get caught. I felt better when I got to school. I found that my friends were okay. Everyone else looked healthy. We ate a lunch that the cafeteria lady made. I was relieved to find that my friends didn't have any more trouble.
When we got home, I decided to check the area near where Napoleon had been. I looked down a row of tall grass and thick shrubs. I looked through some branches. I looked behind a tree. Then, I saw it. I was shocked and scared.
I knew that I couldn't take Napoleon with me, and I didn't want him running around alone. There were a lot of stray dogs in the area, and Napoleon was small. I could see that it was too dangerous to try to get him back to