I hope it's only maternal paranoia. Roxie this morning started coughing and
at a point or two dropped little bits of what I'd call dingleberries, had
they stuck to the fur surrounding the dingleberry supply mechanism. A few
minutes before this, she ate her morning chow like a horse. I had to leave
for work, which of course will make me a horrible little worker-bee for the
rest of the day, until Louie (who gets to go home for a while before his work,
and home for lunch) lets me know what's up. She is shedding like an ape
fallen into a vat of Veet so, as uncomfortable as it is, I hope it's only a
tickling hair. She was just fine earlier. She got lots of early morning
petting and playtime and was purring like a quiet but well-tuned little
machine, and when chow time came she dug in with more than her usual gusto.
About 15 minutes after breakfast we saw her in the bathtub of all places,
coughing until the dingleberry harvest. Actually it was only two or three
drops of dingleberry juice. Louie says it's possible to cough so hard it
makes you want "faire un petit peu de merde," which I hope is all to it; and
I hope that those of you who speak French will correct my grammar if I'm
wrong! Please send some good purring vibes to my little supermodel! I hope
she only needs a good brushing, otherwise she'll keep me chasing her for an
hour and beat the merde out of me if it comes down to a vet visit!

Blessed be,
Baha