Wary Cats

Things are pretty much the same for Kasey and me today. She is convinced that we are not dying, and She expects to have an answer tomorrow. She is a bit more concerned about my itchy face than about my turning down the daily butter. I don't know the answer. My face is itchy. So is Kasey's. She thinks that is enough to make us confused. When She brushed me today, I spent about ten minutes rubbing the brush with my face, and She just let me do that. It is funny how everything goes along a particular way for a long long time, and suddenly, things are different. I wonder if humans have that happen in their lives, too. I tend to think they do, like when He spends all the money and She goes from being nice and calm to being nervous and grumpy. I spent most of yesterday in Her in-box, and I snoozed in there again today, after I finally got out of the bathtub. Since it sounds to me like They are finishing left-overs for their Sunday dinner, I may need to get up and go investigate that. This will be a good TV night, too. He and She like those mysteries that have people that sound funny, like Her beloved Eddie. I am looking forward to getting better after She talks to the vet tomorrow. I guess that is all for now, though. I need to get back in the in-box. Chow, bellas.