Trouble on the home front

Around here, I'm in hot water one minute and loved to pieces the next. My people aren't to blame. Let's just say I have attitude! I just love thinking up new ways to stir up some excitement.

On Friday after my people came home from shopping, they found me with one eye closed, and I was dashing around like something was after me. They called the vet to get an appointment since my eye was obviously bothering me. It's probably that pesky chronic infection that crops up about once a year, so they loaded me up into my carrier and into the car I went. Oh joy! When they opened the door to get me out in the vet's parking lot, there I calmly sat with both eyes wide open as if nothing in the world was bothering me.

My he-person went ahead and got my carrier out of the car and started into the vet's office. Meanwhile, my she-p. asked him to sit down on a bench outside the door for a minute so she could check my eye again. I looked up with the most wide-eyed innocent look I could give. Yep, everything looked fine, so she went inside and canceled the appointment. Yippee!!! Saved from a fate worse than getting squirted with a water hose!

By the time I got home, I was holding my eye closed and acting weird again. Since I licked my plate clean at feeding time they knew I couldn't be sick, so they decided to wait until the next day to see what transpired. Well, they should have realized that the sight of that vet's parking lot had given me only a temporary miraculous cure. Since it was temporary, it was over as soon as I got safely home. Now my eye hurt like heck again. Too late to call the vet back. My people hunted up the bottle of eye drops from last time and saw the date had expired, so next day they went into the vet's office and bought another bottle. Dang!

I've been getting held tight and strangled four times a day ever since while they struggle to get a couple of drops into my eye. The first couple of times I gave my giant-size panther roar to try to scare them, but they just ignored it and kept hanging on. I can't seem to faze them with my worst behavior and loudest squall like I can the vet, so now I've pretty much accepted my fate and get treated regularly. It does take two of them to hold me down--proving I'm still the big, tough macho panther-kitty I've always been. And I'm much better, thank you. Not happy when I'm being treated, but my eye is better.

And by the way, last visit to the vet I found out there's a big warning label on my chart because of my macho attitude. YES -- I'm dangerous! Don't mess with Inky!

By the way, my he-person finally bought six goldfish for my pond and I have loved watching them outside the window, but one-by-one they've died. One was getting really big, but a great big lizard got into the pond and my he-p. thinks it may have eaten that one. Maybe it killed the other ones, too. I don't know--do lizards eat goldfish? The fish may be getting over- or under-fed too, since the food directions are written in French, and my people are lucky to read basic English. They may need to buy a book on goldfish before they replace the fish so maybe they'll know what they're doing. Or maybe talk to someone who knows something about fish! My people only know how to eat them. Not goldfish--silly--just big fish.

Meanwhile, I'm still looking for those fish, but mostly I'm sleeping in the corner between the big window and the patio door so I can quickly get up to see the pond if I hear anything going on there.

Gotta go now. It's nap time again. Purr-r-r-r.