I don't feel like bloggin, but....

Skeezers sez that sum of yoo are werried abowt me, so heer's the deel:

1. I am being forse-fed baby food* evry howr. I hate this. It suks.
2. I am gitting antybiotiks and thigh roid pills twice a day. I hate this. It suks.
3. I am imprizzind in the howse becuz they are werried that I will wander off into the forest and not come bak. That's not ixzaktly troo. I just wunna sleep in my gutter and wate for spicy vixins to show up. So I hate this. It suks.
4. I keep gitting my tempracher takin. This is emberrissin. I hate this. It suks.
5. My deer deer Spicy Vixin Halloween sent me sum Lourdes water, wich gits put on me. The sentimint is nice, but the water thing suks.
6. The ladey and man know that maybe I shood be in the hospitul in an oxyjin tent with IV flooids and round-the-klok care, but I freek win I git sent to the hospitul and cawzes me a lot of stress and I'm a vary old geezer cat hoo just wunts to be left at home alone. So they are watching me vary carefully at home. I like that much better than the hospitul, but thare is still a lot that suks.
7. I jumped up high this morning. I like to soopervize the man's werk, so TWICE I jumped up onto his desk frum the floor. The man thot this was a good sine.
   

Thank yoo all for yer git well wishes. I'm going bak to sleep now.
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*Skeezer's frend Dr Daisy rekummended baby food, wich my ladey had fergottin abowt me liking.