I smell a rat in the air!

Dear Diary,
Now that I can finally breathe again, I definitely smell a rat in the air. You know, thinking back, I had several glimpses of an odd creature when I was ill. When I could, I would get up to investigate but couldn't discover anything out of the ordinary. I would ask my fellow furr-mates if they had seen anything unusual, and they would always tell me that it must be my fever causing me to see things and that I should go back to bed.

One particular night though I got a good look at this 'thing.' It was small, had very little hair, had a silly looking face, and wobbled around in a very strange manner. When I described what I had witnessed to the other furr-mates, they said,"Oh! You're talking about mom's new Puppet". A Puppet? Boy did I feel silly! Hee, hee. I didn't really give this another thought...... until now!

Since I've been feeling better, the sightings of mom's Puppet have escalated. At first I thought mom was doing such a good job with her Puppet. She added more hair, made it much rounder, and when the Puppet walked it no longer appeared like it had strings attached. Good job mom. But now hold up!! Last week mom's Puppet strolled by me on it's own!! I'm not kidding! Where was mom, how could this be? Talk about furr-reaked out!? All my fellow furr-mates acted oblivious to this. I'm screaming "Hello!! The furr-eakin' Puppet thing is walking on it's own!!", and they are all looking at me like I'm crazy. When I pointed out what I was screaming about, they said, "Oh, that's just Muppet, mom used to call her Puppet. She's cool."

Have I lost my mind? Now the thing is a 'her'..... a female?? And it walks on it's own? I am not going to believe this nonsense for one more minute! I am going to find out what this Puppet/Muppet thing really is and is up to and why 'she's' in my house. I will keep you posted Diary on my findings. Wish me luck.

Smoke, Wind and now Asthma??

I ran out the back door several weeks ago. It was super windy and the smoke from the California fires had been hovering in our town for days. It didn't take too long to figure out that I did not want to be outside and mom was waiting for me by the back door when I returned chuckling that she knew I'd be back in a matter of minutes and that's why she didn't chase me. (How do humans know such things?)

Mom soon noticed that I was coughing after I came in, and she thought maybe I was having a hairball moment, although I don't have a problem with them. My coughing continued on and off for the next few days, and when mom noticed that I had stopped eating and drinking she rushed me into emergency thinking that I had a hairball or something else stuck in my throat. The X-rays revealed that I had something in my lungs, and mom cryed even more when the vet pointed out that my stomach was completely empty. I was given some icky medicine to take, but after 4 days and hardly no sleep for both of us, my mom rushed me back in because I could not breathe. I was critical and was given more icky medicine and we were referred over to a cat specialist, but we had to wait until the next morning to get in. Mom was scared and so was I.

The next morning this doctor stole some of my blood while mom wasn't looking, poked and invaded parts of me I don't wish to discuss, and before she came up with her diagnoses I went into a full blown coughing attack. I was so tired of these because I can't breathe and my throat is so sore from coughing!
The doc rushed over to me and all she could say to me was "breathe baby, hang in there, just breathe."

Well the tests came back that I have an infection in my lungs due to a severe allergic reaction and I have a condition called asthma brought on by allergies. ?? My mom is still in denial about the asthma, she keeps telling me that she knows that I don't have that. She tells me that as soon as the infection clears up, that I will be perfectly healthy again. It had to be the wind and smoke.

I have another day or so on my meds, thank goodness as I'm not at all fond of them and give mom quite a fuss when she gives them to me. I have quit coughing completely and am eating good and once again grooming my self. My mom adores the 'kitty specialist doc' despite the fact that I keep trying to communicate with her what that doc did when she wasn't looking! Oh well, I feel much better and mom has thankfully stopped hovering over me. I can breathe once again and life is good. :)