Hi everybuddy. Earlier this week, I wasn’t feeling too good. I didn’t wanna eat anything and I threw up and had *whispering* diarrhea. Given my gastrointestinal…isn’t that a big word?…problems, the lady with the yellow hair was a little concerned and gave me some medicine to help me feel better. It helped some, but I still wasn’t feeling “up-to-snuff”…as they say. So of course, yesterday I got dragged off to the evil vet to get checked out. I’m a real spitfire when I go to the vet, so the lady with the yellow hair gave me a pill beforehand that she said would help me relax. It kinda made me feel like I just didn’t care much about anything…even going to the vet. Once there, the lady vet checked me over and took some of my bloods and checked them, too. I growled and hissed at her, but that’s about it. Even though I was feeling pretty relaxed, I wanted her to know that I was still in charge. The lady vet couldn’t find anything really bad going on with me…other than my gastro problems and that I lost a little more weight. She thinks something I ate must’ve not agreed with me. That’s been happening to me a lot lately. Some foods I used to eat just fine now upset my stomach. They gave me something called “fluids” to help perk me up and make me feel better. I’m eating more now…but of course, not as much as the lady with the yellow hair wants me to eat. She says I need to fatten up. I think a girlcat needs to keep her svelte figure, don’t you? Anyway, if you could spare some purrs, good thoughts, prayers…anything you can muster up for me…so that I continue to improve, me and the lady with the yellow hair would appreciate it.