Poor, poor pitiful me!

Well, my friends, it's time I went public. I'm not feeling very well. Mom took me to the Vet (trust me, the less said the better on that subject) and it turns out I have something called Hyperthyroidism. Quite a mouthful.. it all started a few months ago because I lost all kinds of weight and I guess I was just moping around the house. I even lost interest in my LOOKS which is just wrong on so many levels (not to boast). Also I started running around the house at night doing something my humans call "yowling". I think it's a pretty cool sound to make but it sure scared them and got me plenty of attention. Well, anyway, now I have to take pills every morning and every night. They are cleverly hidden inside soft cat treats so I usually don't complain too much. But the trouble is, they won't work forever. And trust me when I say, I still have a lot of living to do, so that's not a good thing.

Now for the scary and exciting part! I am going to have a little operation called Radioactive Iodine Therapy. It's a pretty big deal for the humans cuz it's gonna cost a lot. But then when I think about it, it is ME we're talking about here, so it's obviously worth the sacrifice :-) Put it this way: this Christmas, instead of a bunch of silly old presents, the only thing under the tree will be...me! But I refuse to wear those antlers like last time.

I know what you're thinking. This radioactive stuff sounds awful. But I hear through the grapevine that it will cure my condition and it won't make me hurt. I might glow just a teeny bit in the dark for a while, which is why they will keep me in the hospital for a week. I know I will be lonely and probably a little sad until I can come home and resume my duties. Between you and me, I don't think the other cats can keep the household together without me. The upside is, I hear this place I'm going is pretty darn nice and I will have my very own TV to watch. For once I get to see my favorite show without interference! Anderson Cooper, you know who you are..

So, that's my sad and amazing tail! I just hope mom doesn't cry when I go there. I'm getting verklempt just thinking about it, but I will keep my head held high. To all of you I send just one request... please send a good thought my way sometime around Sept. 22nd.

Lots of Love from your Atomic Bombshell....

Molly
(A little bit down but definitely not OUT!)
XXXOOOXXXOOO

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