How kitties get into trouble...

Hello there guys!
Mom has been very busy so I took my chance to finally write some really exciting! Once every now and then I get into trouble! But usually I'm a very sweet kitty, I'm sure you all know that.
I'll tell you what happened that dreadful day!
It all started this Monday when I was fooling around, enjoying myself by running through the bedroom. All of a sudden I found something really interesing underneath the bed. Something potentially YUM! I don't quite understand what happened (since I'm usually such a sensible kitty) but 'it' somehow got into my soft Meezer belly. It was AWFUL! I started to panic and began to Meow REALLY loudly. I kinda sounded like a poor distressed kitty and mom immediately came running into the bedroom, calling for me. Underneath the bed I came crawling, my mouth full of foam.
Mom freaked out; panicked! Running around the room crying, asking me what happened. Silly kitty as I am I couldn't answer her questioning. And I didn't have time to worry about that, because I felt I could potentially be the sickiest kitty to ever walk this earth. I was sooo nauseous. Mom was running around and I was following her. I think she was looking for the things I might've eaten. Of course she couldn't find it, since she doesn't fit underneath the bed (although she is working out ^0^)
I followed her downstairs and layed down on the sofa. Then mom panicked even more because I was breathing heavely and I was panting. I wish I could tell you how MISERABLY I felt!
After a while a friend of my mom entered the house. I was too sick too wonder and I saw my mom getting sicker and sicker by the minute, until she finally hit the floor. So now there were the two of us to worry about!
The friend put me in a crate that is very familiar to me. And as expected I didn't go in voluntarily. =D OH NO I thought. We're going to see that horrible kittydoctor again. NOES DO NOT WANT! defenitely NOT. It turned out to be even worse than the last couple of times. They pinched my tummy and gave me uhh 1...2...3! horrendous shots! The last one was so horrible it sent me straight into my crate again. Why are they using those torture devices when they try to make me better??
On our way back home I got terribly naueous again. The friend called mom and asked her what to do. Ofcourse mom gave her some epic advice, because my mom knows exactly what I need. To be with her until I get better. And that exactly what happened when we returned home. Mom got also very ill ( I think she tried to take the illness away from me =D ) and was laying on the sofa covered in a soft and warm blanket. The friend was so kindly to put me on top of mom, so we could support each other; the sickly duo.
Mom was sick for a few more days, but I got better really soon. According to my sister this is because, we kitties, are superior to the human kind. I think she has a point there....

Kind Regards,

The everlasting purring kitty Pitts