The sickest animal we've been around the past few days has been the girl, Anna, that lives in my den.  She has been bringing up her kibbles for the past 2 days.  She's had a red glow around her and warms any room she enters.  Both of my parents have been really worried about her and father spent a whole night cleaning used food out of the cracks in the couch.  Of course, I did my best to help with the clean up.

My own inner workings are finally back on track.  Mother is convinced that my habit of enjoying some fresh morning rabbit nuggets are to blame and she's kept me on a tight leash -- literally.
I don't really understand the humans fascination with the brown nuggets, it's as if it's taboo or something.  Honestly, I don't think I've ever met a brown nugget that I didn't want to eat.  I like them fresh from the source in Bea's case, and find that each species adds it's own special flavor.  Cat nuggets are by far the best.  Debbie's son, Prince, told me that he likes to eat nuggets covered in frost, for a special frozen treat.

Mother acts like it's the worst thing ever for me to put nuggets in my mouth but I watch all day as her helpers package what they call stool samples and collect them in the the cold box.  We have a cold box back at the den just like the one at the clinic and I know for a fact that is where the food is kept.  You just can trust the humans, they always keep all the good stuff for themselves!