Mom took this picture because the Kool Kittie Krew wanted to see my pudgy tummy. I am still doing well, but I got all barfy today.
Karen Jo: You certainly did. You barfed this morning and again while I was at work. It wasn't a hairball and it wasn't because you ate a bunch of dry food, then drank a lot of water. It was all Stinky Goodness both times and I can't figure it out, unless you did eat some of the green pea and duck and it was too rich for you. I did take the green pea and duck away about eleven this morning, so I don't get why you would barf again this evening. I won't give you any more of it and we'll see if the barfs go away. If they don't, then it's back to the vet. I am feeling so frustrated. I do everything I can to make you all well, then something else happens. You are also going bald. I found a bare patch on your back just behind your shoulders. The skin looks perfectly healthy, no scales, crust or redness, no sign of ringworm, just no fur. This happened once before, when you were really sick. Your elbow got bald. I thought it might be from your sitting in the meatloaf position all the time and just rubbing the fur off on the carpet, but I pointed it out to the vet and she didn't seem to think it was anything to worry about. The fur there has grown back again. I wish I knew what was going on. I am definitely not bringing another cat into the house.
Abby wanted to know if I am an Alpha cat. Mom just doesn't know. I kept my hoo-has until I was almost two years old and that tends to make males want to be Alphas. I boss Mom around some. I insist that she get up early in the morning and get my breakfast and I decide when I want to be petted and when the brushing session is over. However, when I see Mom with the syringe, I know that I am going to get my medicine whether I want it or not, so I mostly cooperate. I have ridden to the vet twice with other cats in the car and I didn't react to that in any way. I just made my usual grumbling meows about being cooped up.