Snotty.

Hello, everybody. Are you wondering where the exclamation mark went after “everybody”? I can tell you. It went away. That’s because I am sick. I am so sick that I didn’t even protest when Moms put me in my carrier this morning to take me to the vet. And, I am so sick that, when I tried to meow in the car, I couldn’t because I’ve lost my voice. Folks. This is sad.

The vet diagnosed me this morning with an upper respiratory infection. He could tell the instant he saw me, since my right eye is puffy and has yellow and green goop running out of it. He said it is not the same as the eye herpes that Archibald has. No. This is an infection.

I’ve also been have asthma attacks every night for over a week now, so I’ve been getting a plethora of treats which Moms and Dads may or may not have snuck my prednisone in . Prednisone makes my immune system weak, which let my infection get fiercer. And now I’m just a sick, sad cat. Dads said he knew I was sick when I fell asleep in the bathtub with my head in a puddle of water and did not care. Sad.

I was a good boy at the vet’s. Dr. Vickie wasn’t there; she is on a cruise. So I saw a boy doctor. He was nice and manly. Dr. Manly gave me amoxicillin for cats plus eye ointment. And I now need to take more prednisone every day until I stop having asthma attacks.

A ray of good news. I stood on the scale at the vet’s today and chomped on some treats. Moms said that the scale read 19.2 lbs, which means my diet must be working. Dr. Manly told Moms to go home and weigh the big carrier (because I came in the little carrier so I could ride shotgun with moms). We know my last weight, in the carrier, was 29.2 lbs so she should add the weight of the carrier to my svelte 19.2 lbs and see how much weight I lost. I think I look good. I think I lost 10 pounds.

Purrs and slightly snotty kisses,
JDamn.