Somebody emailed me the other day and asked why my paws haven’t been typing lately. Apparently, a lot of you liked the post I did about mommy and daddy. Well, my apologies.
I’ve been sick. Daddy had to rush me to the emergency room last week, because I could not use the bathroom. With all the pet food recalls, he was really worried about me even though I didn’t eat or sniff any of that infected stuff.
I’d get in the litter box and it hurt when I tried to go. I was tough, though, and I kept trying. But nothing ever happened.
The doctor was really nice. She said I was the biggest kitty they’ve seen in a long time….and I had lost 5 pounds when she saw me. The vet weighed me at 19.5 pounds. Anyway, turns out I had a urinary tract infection. The doc says this sort of thing is real common in husky male kitties like me.
Because he wanted me to get better, daddy gave me gross medicine. He had to force open my jaw and shoot chalk-tasting liquid down my throat. Yesterday was my last day on the medicine. So I am better now, and I have to get back to my two jobs—writing and sleeping.
I just wanted to say meow, and I look forward to seeing you all at mommy and daddy’s wedding. Here are some pictures from recent weeks. As you can see, I’ve been working out.
Above and below: Here I am on deadline for a major magazine. Just like my daddy, I keep a dirty desk. This was a tough story to write. The editor liked it, though.
Below: Now it’s been said that I’m just a whimp, ’cause I’m a writer. Well, how many whimps do you see with fangs like mine?
