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Kenzie's Korner

Ah... ah... ah... CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Pardon me while I sneeze. Wowsers I hate tickles in my nose.

The other day the tickle was so bad I coughed. Mama jumped out of her chair and came over to the bed, thinking it was Sab having another asthma attack. That mean cough woke me up from a peaceful nap. It's a good thing I fall asleep easily.

Sneezes are not fun. They sneak right up on you and catch you by surprise, much like Sab when he's in stealth mode and attacks me from behind. One minute you're fine and the next minute WHAM! there it is!

Its not like it happens all the time, either. Good thing that sneeze has only shown up a couple times.

Bad news for me, though, is that Mama was around when they all happened and well... I imagine you can guess where this is going!

Mama calls Dr. David's office and talked to Rene. The first question Rene asked her was "what's going around the shelter these days?" because she knows Mama works at the animal shelter where she got me oh so long ago. Mama scratched her head and said nothing but the ordinary coughing that the dogs have but she doesn't touch the dogs. Then Mama remembered that she'd been hugging kittens last week and, what do you know....

Sab thinks I don't know, but I do. Mama is going to drag me to see Dr. David tomorrow, right before the turkey holiday. Poor Dr. David! I'm sure he's got things to do and needs to get ready. After all, I know he's got cats living at his house and someone has to cook their turkey! I can't believe she's going to interrupt Dr. David's food-making schedule just because I had a tickle in my nose.

She can't make me go! I would never sniff out a URI, I know better!

I Still Got It!

I'm telling you, living with Sebastian is quite a trial. Nothing is sacred to that cat! He has no morals, either. He's bored? Must be time to pick a fight!

Yesterday Mama was home with another one of her really bad migraines and I had been trying to help her but Mama said that my paws and claws in her face weren't appurciated so she put her pillow on her head.

I was quite annoyed by that; what does she mean that I am not helping? So I got off the bed.

Sab was nearby and decided it was time to take me on. He pounced on me and it was a free for all.

He's been doing this lately; Mama says he's bored and feeling better with the weather getting cooler. I wish his asthma would be hard every day and he'd be quiet and sedate! I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.

I bit his back paw. I got him good. I also howled, hissed, and took a big slap at it.

Mama was no happy. "I said SHUT UP!" she yelled.

Sab dashed off, wounded. I got him good. Later Mama was up and about and saw the blood on the glider chair and she got all worried and woke me up to check me over. Then she checked Sab over and then she found the damage.

Guess who got scolded? It wasn't me!

I'm Normal!!!!

On Thursday Mama pulled a fast one on me and hauled me off to the vet. It's bad enough to get dragged out there, but then I had to endure a whippersnapper of a black kitten, on a leash, who tried to make friends by coming up to my carrier and sticking her nose inside!

Boy I'm telling you... I taught that kit a thing or two about respecting her elders!

Then Miss Carole came out and put me on the scale and then she stole my blood again. Said it was time to check my thyroid level.

The good news is that I've lost over two pounds since March, when it was discovered that I'd gained 3 pounds in 6 months. Miss Carole and Dr. David are very pleased with me!

And the coolest news of all - or so says Mama - is that my thyroid level is dead center in the normal range! I knew there was a reason I've been feeling more like myself. My beautiful fur is looking sleek again and I've had enough energy to spare; I've been beating up on that Sebastian who think's he's in charge and putting him in his place. I've been leaving clumps of orange hair for Mama to find. Even though she scolds me, I think she's proud that I can still put him in his place!