Wednesday Word—Broken

CK is a broken cat and not just cos of all the sickies I’ve been dealing with. Sunday, TW dealt me a blow much lower than the sickies have. She broke my most beloved dish.

In the condo, we have lots of dishes for The Cat’s food BUT there are only two in which I get my beloved Fancy Feast Grilled Tuna. They’re hand-me-downs from Cod knows how many cats before me. They’re strong; they don’t chip when Pop does the dishes and throws everything into the dishpan. They had to last forever cos TW doesn’t know how and where she could buy those same dishes. Y’all remember I stopped drinking H2O after my favorite water dish broke. The peeps didn’t dare break my FF dish!

A Stunning Keisha Exclusive—CK in Crisis!

Warning: the images in this post may NOT be pretty.

To recap my last post, I was stuffed into the PTU against my will and brought kicking and screaming to the evil v-e-t. Once there, I was shot up and abused in front of my peeps who did nothing to stop the insanity. Now I was safe at home BUT was I really safe? TW dosed my food with Prednisone to add insult to injury. TW was about to regret her actions.

Sporting Cool Ink

Thanks to Ann for the badge!

Before I get started with the Saturday PhotoHunt and Caturday Art Blog Hop, let me thank everybuddy for the blog comments on Wednesday Word—Asthma. Gotta say I’m much more comfortable giving the healing purrz rather than receiving them. I was hoping to post an update yesterday but I promise to do so next week. I have good days and I have bad days. I was running around like crazypants last night even though I ate around my pred. In the days to come, I hope to reciprocate all comments. It’s been a nut house here with TW watching me like a hawk. ♥︎ to all those who care for this little ghetto kitteh.

Wednesday Word—Asthma

That’s a pretty scary Wednesday Word. I’ve been having a terrible time with my asthma these past 2 weeks. After an extremely bad night on Monday, the peeps whisked me off to the evil v-e-t on Tuesday. I was betrayed by Pop.

I regret to say, I’m usually kinda a pushover to get into the PTU. I’ve only fought them on one occasion. This year, Pop picked me up, carried me to the living room and introduced me to the open PTU. I climbed right in. All hell broke loose once the door was locked. I clawed the bars. I banged up against the sides of the box. I sang the song of my people—loudly and proudly. I was like a caged animal. Wait—I WAS a caged animal!

Enjoying Earth Day

Today is Earth Day so I thought I’d soak up some sun rays on the window. Aahhh! Peace and quiet.