Dr. Fleez

Many of you may already know that for the past two weeks I've been ill. I've suffered a trip to the v*t, been forced to take nasty pills, and have been generally cantankerous and miserable. (Something I'm rather good at, actually.) Well, this week is my self-proclaimed owner's turn. She's come up with something she calls a sinus infection. I suppose it's my vindictive side showing, but I call it comeuppance for making me go through all that rubbish she claimed would help me feel better.

Nevertheless, she is the one who feeds me, so in order to assure my food supply, I shall have to take care of her. I suppose the usual purrscription of rest, allowing her to read to me, purring, and shnuggling will do. I only hope she's not down too long because she's an absolute whiner when she's ill. Not at all a pleasant patient.

I guess the long and short of this message is that I'll be playing Doctor Fleez, trying to help my human overcome her illness, so this week will be short and sweet. In fact this is it.

Yours Purringly,
W.C. Humphries II (Dr. Fleez for short.)