Dear Whistle and FishI know you're having a hard day. I wanted you to know that in a case of feline solidarity I
In sympathy with my friends down south, I howled all the way at the outrage of going to the vet. My female human seemed only to be concerned with the quantity of my sneezing, and she wouldn't allow the other cats to play with me at the vet.
She also told the other humans in the waiting room that I had a finely tuned sense of injustice. What nerve. Also she mentioned that at home they're starting to call me "Baby Darth" because of the breathing noise I make with all the congestion. Hmph.
Still, the food tasted good to me today and I even ate some when we got home. The female human said things like, "finally!" and "good job." She gave me lots of love and made sure I had nice warm places to sleep in this afternoon.
I know you'll be back on your feet in no time and that your human staff will take very good care of you.
Yours in veterinary drama,