Things have not gone at all well for the past few weeks. Somebody has ruined all the food! It doesn’t taste at all good and it makes me feel strange if I eat more than a few bites. They’ve done something to the air as well. It tastes funny too, and it’s very heavy to breathe. To make matters worse I’ve been to the vet three times, including twice in one day! I was most offended to learn that was allowed.

As we left the vet things were much improved! I think somebody replaced all the air because it tasted wonderful and was much lighter than before. When we got home I found they had fixed the food too! I’m so glad they changed it back. I had soft, soft food, treats, water, and more soft, soft food. Then I napped and purred on cat-Daddy’s lap for a few hours and had lovely turkey when I woke up. This went on right until bedtime when I ran upstairs and staked out my favorite place by cat-Daddy’s feet.

Being hungry again I woke cat-Daddy early by tugging gently on his sleeve with my teeth. Sometimes this doesn’t wake him and I have to tug gently on “that which lies beneath”. But cat-Daddy was happy to be wakened and breakfast was…soft, soft food! Then we went downstairs and had yummy-treats. It went on like this all day. I had broth, soft, soft food, treats, more broth, more treats, and shared cat-Daddy’s chicken dinner. Then a final round of treats and soft, soft food before bed. What a bonanza!

The day’s activities were no less spectacular. Cat-Daddy worked from home so I napped on his lap for a while. Then we played keyboard together. I’ve never fully grasped the game but I’m pretty sure I won. My prize was petting and scritches for as long as I wanted! Then I gazed outside from the cushy window seat, slept in the sun-spot, sharpened my claws on the carpet, sat on cat-Mommy’s lap, surveyed my domain from the shelf, slept by the fire, explored the garage, and trotted back to the cat-pile at bedtime. It was truly a super-spectacular day!

But I woke up a little while ago to find things were not good at all. The air tasted awful again, worse than ever, and it felt so very heavy. I woke cat-Daddy to ask for food, but speaking made me cough and cough. I think cat-Daddy tasted the bad air too because it looked heavy for him as well, and it seemed to irritate his eyes a bit.

Soon today will be over. I guess this is what cat-Daddy was worried about all those years ago when I first got “cancer”. I must say I still don’t quite understand. As cat-Mommy promised I’ve had yummy-treats every day, soft, soft food, and snuggle-sleeping in the cat pile every night. But every day ends eventually. Surely cat-Daddy will have noticed that by now.

Now I’m at the vet being petted by cat-Mommy and cat-Daddy, purring contentedly on a soft blanket. They’re singing me all my favorite songs: “Cat, Cat, Hide, Hide”, “The Pouncer and the Olive”, and of course “Hello, little Olive.” It’s been one of my best days ever, I’m warm and comfortable, and I have a very happy tummy from all the day’s victuals.

It’s time.

I fall asleep with a feast in my stomach, a purr in my throat, and a song in my ears.