Posted by on Jul 5, 2019 | 17 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, I’m still feeling a little punk.  And not like rocking at all!

And my ears are hot, mama says.

She took my temperature (he understands who understands!) with papa’s help but mama wasn’t very good at it (if you get my drift).  Still, it was 40.5, not so great, and that was when the thermometer wasn’t even very…uh…let’s forget this!

(Mama put butter on the thermometer…what is this, Last Tango in Paris?)

My eyes are still going sort of half-mast and mama is making me drink water through a syringe, which is not so bad except I end up a bit damp and that actually feels good in this 89-degree weather…but I’m inside where it’s cool even though I really wanted to be outdoors.

Maybe sometimes kitties don’t have the best of judgement.

Still, a lovely friend is coming over this evening to do her magic on me because she used to talk with animals and do healing things for them as she does for others.

Meanwhile, mama gave me some liquid medicine called Metacam that is supposed to help with fever and inflammation.

BUT…mama read me the box and it said FOR CATS AND GUINEA PIGS!!!

Sometimes I question the sanity around here…

But I’m never sick, so they are a bit worried.  But hey, this, too, shall pass.

I like to stick around papa because mama is still holding that THERMOMETER!