The other night I said four words I never thought I’d say: “No more turkey, please!” Cat-Daddy was up later than usual and gave me lovely Turkey as a snack…and kept feeding me and feeding me until I’d had all I could eat. I forgot all about my stitches, the cone of shame, and everything. What a wonderful treat!

But this morning was a different story. No breakfast, shoved into the cat carrier, and a trip to the vet! The vet was a very gentle doctor, Dr. Jankowski, who was kind and sympathetic. She was glad to hear that I have a good appetite and am so energetic. As a “reward” I was whisked away for “chemotherapy.” I didn’t know what that was at first but I soon learned it means touching my leg with a sticky-pointy (ouch!) and then wrapping it in an annoying bandage. Honestly! Needless to say I had the bandage off by the time we reached home.

I felt funny and dizzy for the rest of the day but I had soft, soft food as soon as we arrived home. And there were many treats and scritches, not to mention two naps in the cat-pile. There’s nothing like eating and sleeping to cure what ails you, as any good cat will tell you.