I had been trying to hide my coughing by hanging out all by myself, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’ve been having coughing spells three or four times a day for some weeks now, so Robin made me go to the vet yesterday.

I let everyone know how much I hate going to the vet.

Once I got there, I recognized the nice doctor who helped me when I was really sick so many years ago. Also, I realized that the quickest way to get back home was to submit to whatever they were going to do. I kept hearing “x-ray” in the humans’ conversation. I was ready to start shouting while they carried me off to another room. But the vet clinic had trouble getting my old x-ray pictures from a hard drive, so I didn’t have to tell everyone how much I hate being at the vet. I think I will have to go back for the x-ray pictures if I understood correctly. I will sing just as loudly then as I did yesterday, maybe louder.

I do have to start taking my old anti-fungal medicine again. We’ll let you know how that goes. In the meantime, the humans are giving me lots of treats. I don’t feel too bad. I’m getting along well with the other kitties, even Reggie. Life is good.