In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Did you know that when cats are about to die, they leave the house? Humans don't know when they die. Most of them think they'll get a timeout when the Wrath of God hits them. Imagine my stress when Chee Cheah refused to stay inside the house anymore, and started to insist to remain outside, then I don't see her for a day. I thought she was just blaming me for her seasonal fungal infection, but what to do? I don't make the rain, I just medicate her and take her to the vet. So I didn't get much sleep last night, worrying about my kitty. I love my cats. Besides the fungal problem, I think she's resentful to the presence of the pregnant Floofy, and the impending arrival inshaAllah of kittens in the house. But I found her just now after voice training. It turns out that she's been skulking out of sight around my house and Casa de Julia, and eating out of Simper's food bowl. Of course I caught her and medicated her, then released her outside. She immediately tried to wipe off the medicine by rubbing herself on the concrete. If she wants to stay outside, then so be it. I'm just going to have a harder time catching her to take her to the vet. I'm just glad she's not dead. Ya Allah, please give all my kitties miraculously long, happy, healthy lives like 300 years or so. I mean 30. Typo.
Now please excuse me, I have to go and make a batch of dough. I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
