Yesterday I was taken to vet because my eye has been bothering me and I haven't been feeling or acting like my normal self. I hated it. I like to pretend that if I curl up as small as I can towards the back of the carrier, it will all go away. The vet said I had a temperature, but wasn't sure about my eye. I think it's getting better, but we'll see. I was so happy to come home and get out of the carrier, but was met with growls and hisses from my sister, Penny. She's so mean! I keep trying to tell her that it's me, but one whiff of that "vet smell" and it's like she never knew me. We were instructed this morning to "make up" - and I'm ready to, but I can't get near her. Then on top of that I have to take medicine. It stinks. I like to escape to the top of the new kitty condo.