Well, here is finally is -- the moment you have been waiting for....the money shot of me with my tongue out (in the good way as opposed to the previous embarrassing way). It is also proof I haven't been *et* a la The Congo Cookbook. I'm not down to seven lives yet! This picture also proves that I am much more relaxed than I have been the past few days, as I typically only do this after a strong bout of the purrs. Ms. Crazy Stalker Lady had to be quick with the camera. [ed: picture has been updated]
And, as many of my fine admirers have inquired not only as to my dead/alive status, but also as to my health, I can only say "no comment". Well, not much anyway. The good news is that my feverish licking has subsided to a dull roar, so I am getting a bit more rest. This means I have extended moments when I don't look like a furricane and the Peeps can actually recognize me. Apparently I have not been myself, who knew.
We are awaiting test results from Dr. Vet, who did leave a cryptic message on the Peeps' voicemail Friday night about needing to talk to us about the results of the blood tests, but we are still waiting to hear from him again as he is closed on the weekends. The test results are likely unrelated to the frantic licking, so we still need a plan to deal with that as I have almost licked off all the fur off my stomach. I hear kitty tranks might be in my future! Sounds fun.
Koko, the furless wonder