[as dictated to Tanya]
Meow! I feel good! Meow! Meow! I didn’t think I would again. Meow! But I do! I am full of pep. I run around the apartment yowling away: I am Emeril—hear me meow!
Mommy is so happy to see me peppy. She didn’t even yell at me when I jumped on the back of her chair and tipped it over. Nope. She just smiled at me and gave me a few pets. I can do no wrong! I am perfect!
Mommy still pokes me and gives me syringes of baby food laced with medicine. I still don’t like it, but mommy insists that I need it. She ignores my complaints so I just tear around the apartment some more. Meow! Meow! Meow!
I am once again sassy and full of catattitude. The good days outnumber the bad days. I haven’t been to the vet for two whole weeks. MEOW!
Meow! I feel good! Meow! I didn’t think that I would again. Meow! But I’m glad that I do!