Salem here, with a State of My Sight report.
Last week Daddy noticed that my left eye was all crusty. I knew I should have gotten busy and washed my face before he woke up--then he never would have seen it! Oh, who am I kidding, Daddy is the Chief Eye Booger Cleaner around here, he was bound to see my gooey eye eventually. (Mommy is the Nose Booger Checker, in case you wondered what she was good for.)
Mommy looked at my eye, and it wasn't too red, so they decided to just monitor it. This meant I was examined a half a zillion times throughout the day, you know, just the sort of attention we Cats
Later, Mommy squirted saline in it to wash it out.
I was NOT impressed.
The next day my eye was still red so Daddy crammed me into the dreaded carrier and carted me off to the vet! I was very quiet in the car and in the examination room. The vet was very nice to me, and when I got a shot, it didn't hurt--and I got drops to put in my squinty eye.
The worst part of the whole ordeal was that I got weighed!
I am a svelte 12.7 pounds. Daddy (that traitor!) told Mommy the news along with my Eye Report.
Mommy decided this was a good reason for a new nickname; "Winky Waddler"!
She's an inaccurate poopyhead.
I don't waddle, I SWAY! Saucily. And I'm not winky anymore, either, because my eye is all better.
Of course, I can't stay mad for long...
...she does have the thumbs.
XX Salem XX