Dear friends,

How are all my wonderful friends doing today? I am doing very well. I am currently resting in my comfy bed, and waiting for treat time. They will be here any minute…yummy.

I had to have a few trips to Tabby’s Place this month, which meant I had to ride in the car, which I hate. As soon as I get in the car, my tummy gets all upset, I immediately throw up, and other things happen too….but we’re not going to talk about that. I can’t help it, the car makes me feel so yucky.

Momma also knows this is going to happen, and she covers her car seat, and my crate, with something she calls pee-pads. I have NO idea why she uses something called pee-pads, because that’s the only thing I DON’T do in the car. Makes no sense. Momma also gives me medicine she calls an “anti-nausea” before we set off. It doesn’t work.

I wish momma wouldn’t make me ride in the car, but she said I need a check-up. She thought I was acting a little quiet, and wanted to make sure I was OK. At Tabby’s Place, they took my blood, ouch! I don’t like that, but it’s better than the car. They gave me a good check, listened to my heart, and gave me lots of kisses. I like that part.

Momma also told them I had been walking a little stiffly, I guess my legs have been hurting a little. They said I have something called arthritis and started me on a medicine to make me feel better. I have been taking the new medicine for a couple of weeks now, and I really do feel better.

The bloodwork said I have something called anemia. How does bloodwork talk? That meant I had to have a shot of something to help me feel better. I’m not scared of shots, I get them twice a day for my diabetes.

The following week, I had to go back to Tabby’s Place for more bloodwork. Another car ride. Ugh! Momma said my anemia is improving, but I needed another shot. Apparently, I have to go to Tabby’s Place once a week until I’m all better. I do like to see all my friends there, I just don’t want to go in the car. Does anyone have a transporter they can give me?

At my house, there is a screen door that leads to the screen solarium. The old screen door was broken, according to momma, and had a tear down the side. This was very handy, because I could walk through whenever I wanted. That is, until momma bought a new one. Momma says this one has a walk-through center; you push through, and it closes after you.

Well, I can’t work this screen out at all! The dogs go through it, and the scooting cats go through it, I’ve seen them do it! Why can’t I do it? Momma has pushed me through a few times, but when she’s not helping me, I just can’t do it. So now I just stand there and stare at the screen until momma lets me through. But that doesn’t help me when she’s not there!

She makes sure I’m inside the bedroom when she isn’t around, so I can get to my food, potty, and my bed, but I liked to come and go as I pleased. Momma says I will eventually learn to use this new, stupid screen, but I have my doubts. I want the old, broken screen back.

It’s treat time now, so I have to go. Thank you all for being my friend, you help me so much. Can someone come to my house and break the new screen? And also bring a transporter!

Your pal,
Charlie
(with help from your correspondent, Karina)