Excuse me.
I've been sneezing. A lot. For four long days. My eyes are bothering me. Do I have a kitty-cold?
Shhhhh! Don't tell Treater where I am. I'm hiding under the bed. She has that blue carrier out again. That always means one thing: I'm going to the vet.
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4 days ago
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Hi there. I hope you are feeling better. The PM over here has her bday the same day as you. Hopefully you'll be running around ready to do some serious partying.
I am out meeting some new cats so I thought I'd say hello.
~Goldie
The vets you say. Not good. Try to do your best yeowling and keep your tail curled under at all times, if you know what I mean.
No sense in making them think a vet trip is to be taken lightly.
Oh, dear, Spooky. Were you right? Did you have to go?
Oh, that horrible cage thing! I try to stay far away from it whenever THRO brings it into the house. Nothing good happens when that thing is around.
I hope you are feeling better...did you really have to go to the doctor? I guess sometimes they do help us feel better...
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