In response to my post a couple days ago about being sick, my good friend Khyra asked, "P.S. - Are you sure the evil khritter isn't poisoning you somehow? We know how he attakhked your poor innocent hu-mom in her sleep -I'm just wooin'" (I hope you can all speak Khyra-ese.)
Khyra was referring to Wilbur when she asked about the "evil khritter". At first I thought, "Oh Khyra, always suspicious of cats. Wilbur is on the good side." However, today I am not so sure. Let me tell you about the new developments.
When I was at the ER vet, they took the poop Mom brought in and sent it off to the lab to get tested. Today, Mom got a call telling her that I have giardia. What? I have a disease? Now I have to take medicine for my giardia for the next five days and Steve has to go to the vet tomorrow to get tested.
Mom says Steve and I were both vaccinated for giardia, so I think there can only be one explanation. Wilbur must have broken into the vet's office the day we got our vaccinations and replaced the vaccine with a fake vaccine. Then, he planted the giardia critters into our water and now I am infected and Steve might be too. That's the only logical explanation!
I am now keeping a close watch on Wilbur's every move in case he tries to infect me again with something else! And to make matters worse, Mom says we can't go to the dog park again until we are cured because she doesn't want to risk infecting some other person's dog. Yet another way Wilbur is taking the fun out of our lives!