I guess I’ll get water. 
I’ll sing if you dance
I dunno; Fullgas sets me back about $80 these days.
“Small notes from the bowels of the Rehab”
By: that bad bad bad girl Beck…
We received a new inmate.
The first I heard of him the CNA said stay away from him.
I asked ‘Why’.
No answer.
Next was a stream of expletives, from the guy, some I’d never heard before. Not directed at me. He’s very loud.
Well, that was rude, I thought.
As I was going to rehab the nurses were just very angry. (Ah, I’m not the worst patient anymore).
I saw him walk into rehab as I was leaving. He’s using a walker and is morbidly obese. No smile. The CNA, with him got a ‘Kiss my Ass’ for her trouble.
Then back in my room I can hear him screaming bloody murder, curse words coming fast and furious.
I got my pepper spray and put it in my robe pocket.
Then I napped. I walked outside afterwards.
Now, this is a secret, mum’s the word.
A cat from the courtyard followed me in. All the way to my room.
I swear I wasn’t dropping treats behind me.
The cat is Dot. And she loves me. Dash probably misses her.
Don’t you guys tell on me.
I’m still not the worst patient
Maybe no treats behind you; but I bet you’ve been handing out pats.
Cat in your bed yet?
(I do hope nobody around is allergic, though.)
I snuck and got ‘Dot da Cat’ back outside.
And yes she was in the bed with me.
Folks are too busy with Crazy Carl to worry about Li’l old me.
Oh, I see I have my Doperversary pie!!!
Happy day to me!
yay Beck
Congrats! You made it another year!
Sounds like Dot might be interested in shredding her feral card.
I am in favor of cats in and on beds.
Also of pie. Happy Doperversary, Beck!
I like to see that. Congratulations.
And congratulations on stealing Dot’s heart. And congratulations on not being the worst patient. Maybe you can help Cursing Carl’s attendants by laughing with them. Sounds like they need an outlet.
You never were anywhere near the worst patient. I was a night nurse. I know from worst patients.
One of two things is going to happen to that guy.
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He’ll get kicked out. No doubt to a much less nice place.
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They will sedate his ass. It is not hard for a nurse to get a doc to call in sedation
orders for a disruptive patient. Don’t ask me how I know.
I’d put serious money on betting that Dot somehow finds her way (with a little help from her friends) back home with you, to join Bayliss, Jojo, Haricot, and the rest of the menagerie.
The rehab center is just going to have to accept the fact that every time you visit, you will purloin* another cat, by any means necessary, even if you have to stuff Dot into a suitcase when you’re leaving. It can’t be helped. Love will always prevail.
* - Or purr-loin
Yes, he came in here from another nice-ish rehab. He got in a physical confrontation with staff. We don’t know what.
CNA is a font of knowledge and this one still thinks I can’t talk right now…
Ms. Cheryl will unload him to the state warehouse of the elderly and sick.
He’ll be sorry. The food is atrocious at this place and there are bugs and mice…
On the other hand he might lose weight and not feel as sick.
Oh, Polly-anna Beck always looks for the good in all she sees.
Maybe he’ll adopt the mice and start a mouse circus.
BWA-HAW-HAW! And Beck would make the perfect ringmaster, accustomed as she is to wrangling all kinds of critters, of both the four-legged and two-legged varieties.
He may eat them. Better than nasty meals they serve the patients.
And now I’m imagining the recent version of Cats, with Beck replacing Rebel Wilson’s character…