I Goez to Seez MY Kitty Kat Dok-tor OK?

Lass Fry-day I goez to seez Caryl, MY kitty kat dok-tor. I dunt wantz to, but MY silly hoomin bean he pickz me upz likez we gonna cuddlez & den he stuffz--Yeth! STUFFZ--ME intoz my kitty kat carrier & dwivez ME to da kitty kat hozpitzal. (Der be woofie doggies & a bidrie too atz dat hozpitzal).  OK?

Doktor Caryl sayz dat I haz dat I haz "alergic dermatitis" whatz-eber dat iz. U member winz all dem hairz comez outz ob my tummy? I writz boutz it here.  Dat is da samez ting dat I haz nowz, butz de hairz comez outz ob my buttz & tail & notz my tummy. OK?

So Doktor Caryl she gibz me TWO shotz. I dunt likz dat. OK? Butz Doktor Caryl she sayz dat wiff 1 of den shitz I dunt haz to takez pillz eber day bi morez! Aint dat nice? I weally liz dat! OK?

Whenz we getz homez I goez to my new nappin place dat I findz. Did I tell u allz bout dis nappin place? It be bery cozy & da ting in da floorz dat haz warmz airz comin outz ob it iz besidez MY new nappin place dat I findz! So I be bery cozy & warmz whenz I naps dere. OK?

Canz U seez me inz MY cozy nappin place:


OK?