Dear friends,

Luckily for the Tabby’s Place staff, I’ve continued to be relatively easy to medicate. Unfortunately for me (and the Tabby’s Place staff), my diarrhea has persisted, so I’m now on a prescription diet. This is not my first stinky poopy rodeo. I’m prone to it, and a special diet is typical when my bowels betray me.

That used to mean that no one in the FIV+ Suite got treats. Not so this time. Recently, they’ve been crating me with my special diet food while others get to feast around me. To make matters worse, a well-meaning visitor thought it was hilarious that Dwayne was reaching into my crate and stealing my food, and posted a video online. The indignity! (It actually is a funny video, but don’t tell anyone I said that; I will totally deny it.)

Despite my situation, I’ve been gentle with the new guys, Chachi and Dwayne. Must be the heat and the laziness of summer. Most of us FIV+ residents have been enjoying sleepy, mellow days in the solarium, even Charlie, who recently joined the solarium squad and is loving it. Others, who shall remain nameless, have been conducting pee parties. The prime targets are a cat tree and the hammocks. For the record, it’s not me. Between all of us cats, we sure give the kind staff here a run for their money.

Speaking of money, did you hear that Tabby’s Place raised over $180,000 for this year’s Linda Fund Matching Challenge? We did it! Actually, you did it. It’s your continued support that not only takes care of the sickest and neediest cats, but also ensures that the rest of us get to live in this cool place. Thanks for everything you do.

Your friend,
Lester