Hey everyone, Valentina here.
I'm here to tell you, this entire month has been upside town, topsy turvy.
First, we had company. Company not particularly fond of us, our fur, or our routine. This company was here twice.
And Z-Girl keeps getting that stupid blue bag out of the closet, packing it and leaving us in the hands of cat sitters. Personally, I like everyone who comes in to the apartment but I can promise you I'm the only one.
But today was the kicker. Dr. Holly came to the apartment. And I was tricked into coming down the hall to say hello, only to be captured and hauled into the bathroom.
I will spare you the details of my exam. It was not fun. Apparently, I have a few things going on:
1) Eosinophilic granulmas, which I've been diagnosed as having before. My bottom lip swells up and it looks very puffy. But I still eat (hey, I've gained a pound since last year...)
2) I'm over licking the fur on my tummy and now on my back left leg, on the outside. Dr. Holly thinks this is stress.
Well, Dr., wouldn't YOU be stressed if your routine was so wonky that you just never knew from day to day if someone will play Da Bird with you? Feed you treats? Snuggle?
So, I was good. Oh, I had to hiss and swat once just to be sure everyone knows I'm not a push over. But I didn't need to do more than that to make my point.
So now I get pill pocket treats twice a day!
Z Girl wants me to tell you that she's been super busy going through things at her parent's house. So many things, so many memories. She went to high school before there were mobile phones and texting. So she has boxes and boxes and boxes of letters from friends. She said she cried when she came across some items, but not a bad cry. A good one.
All I know is whenever she comes back from these trips lately, she has bags of things to put away...sigh...
Manhattan is busy running around like a maniac, so she won't be adding anything to today's post.
Valentina, over and out.