Dear Cat,
you are such a sweetheart sometimes. I wish you weren't such a hypochondriac and I wish you wouldn't think you were dying on a Sunday morning when a vet visit costs a fortune, but still - thanks for purring and smiling at us all the time while we're poking you to find out why you feel ill, and thanks for lapping up your antibiotics as if it actually tastes good. I've forgiven you the two dead birds last week and the rat under the couch.