But I'm not a whiner.
So for all of you who need to be in the know:
-I've been doing the usual, sleeping, eating, annoying the people. Good times.
-Unfortunately, I was sick a couple of weeks ago. According to that nasty man my people call the "vet", my mouth had been swollen. I don't care. All I know is that it hurt! Then that vet guy tried to kill me. So I tried to eat him. Didn't work. The guy stabbed me with a pointy thing. It hurt, but I felt better afterwards. Then my people did the unthinkable...THEY TOOK ME BACK THE NEXT DAY. Sometimes, I just don't know what is wrong with them. I don't remember that day very much. The poked me again, and when my eyes opened, my people had arrived to take me home. I slept even more that week. But the people began giving me some softer, more yummier food, which I love. Then I get to watch in pleasure as one of those little beggar kittens EATS MY SCRAPS. Imagine the pure satisfaction.
-Nothing to note, except that the outside is lovely, but the people won't let me out. Instead, the let me go into this nasty room where they keep their dirty, loud transport machinery...I think they call them cars..?
-No matter. Blogging is hard for me as it interferes with my sleep schedule.
-But don't worry. There's always enough of me to go around.
