Rod: I'm home. Mom shipped me off for two nights to this place where I had to be in a steel cage while some guy stuck things down my throat and up my a**. Apparently there is still stuff in there but the vet is confident I can poop it out myself (still haven't though) and has sent me how where he thinks I'll be more comfortable. Duh. However, I have to wear this plastic blue cone thing to keep myself from touching my face, which is apparently not a mite, but the vet doesn't know what it is, so he wants to see if it will heal without my itching it.
Jimmy: I've been hissing at Rod all day. He looks weird with his blue cone. Not like my baby brother. This will take some getting used to.
Erinn: Thank goodness Rod is home. Thanks for all your thoughts! :) Hopefully he will poop soon!