We just dusn't like that - we luv mummy

Last night me weally was in a shock! I have calmed down by now, though. *shivers* Yesterday started so nice and mom was home all the time (we like that). Can't really remember all the things me and my sister did. I was probably being cute 'n lovable. Surching for some warm places to sleep, filling my tummy wif lovable thingies and intimidate birdies outside to make sure they don't do stupid things to my mummy. Then late at nite, mummy went to go under the water closet for a long, because she did needed to care for the fur on her head. After she was done, she looked a littel wobbly. I came to see what she was doing and I tried to tell her to take a look in the long-tailed fuzzies' cage, when I started to feel wobbly meself! Mummy went to the fuzzies' cage and said something, took the fuzzies out and placed them on mummy's sleeping basket. Then she fell on her sleeping basket, breathing heavily. By that time I was getting wobblier by the minute and I started to call out to mummy. "Wauw, Wauw.....Waaaauuwww!!!" I said. And mommy replied," Pittsie!!!!" She tried to look for me unner the sleeping basket, but I din't wanted to be found, I wanted mummy to sleep and get bettuh!

Then mummy felt asleep and the fuzzies started to wiggle around. Good for them that they wurun't that sick! I looked after the fuzzies all night, to make sure they wouldn't loose their fuzzies' tail (it might break, cus it is so hairless). Mummy got woken up evry now and then and I'm sure she was vewy scared for me being sick and all. Fortunately I got better and better and better, but i din't like it one bit that mummy was still being so sick. Evry now and then she would make a horrible sound and loose something that she had in her tummy; and it fell into a plastic thingyme. Mummy kept doing that for 727281919 times and me got scared! I din't know why she was loosing her inside stuff, as she din't eat any grass! She must be really sick! I wanted to cuddle wif her, but I was too scared My lazy sister was sleeping downstairs all the time, and left me wif all the wurrying.

Not until vewy late the next day, did she get any better... By that times my sister was awake and cuddling wif mum and I was not sick anymore! It took me a littel longer to start cuddling again wif mummy. I was shocked when I saw her flushing her inside stuff through her litterbox! But then evrything was OK and I cuddled wif mum for like 7271817 hours! (that's really a lot!)

Mummy's mummy said I got sick because my mummy got sick and I luv her lots

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