Fright night

I wanted to write last week but I was sick.

It started last Saturday morning - although it didn't seem like morning because it was dark, but we had been in bed for ages and apparently it's called 'the early hours' when it's like that. I woke up and I didn't feel very well. I've never felt like that before and it wasn't very nice. Something was happening in my tummy and it was a bit scary, so I jumped onto the bed and sat on the duvet between Babe's and Babe's heads because I thought they might want to know what was going on - although he was doing his loud snoring and she had the duvet over her head so I don't think they knew I was there at first. Then all sorts of things happened that I wasn't expecting: I made a lot of noise and I was sick, all at the same time. It looked a bit like my dinner and it was strange seeing it come out instead of go in. He stopped snoring and said "He's being sick." She poked her head out of the duvet and said "Oh no, I thought he was just cleaning himself!" "What! - making that noise?" (I was glad he said that because I think I'm very quiet when I'm doing my cleaning.) "Alright!" she said, "I didn't know - I was asleep!" I think it was because she couldn't hear properly under all that bedding. I'm glad he woke up or he might have got it in his hair. It was nice when they stopped being cross with each other and paid some attention to me really, because they were distracting me. "Oh poor Baby!" she said (sometimes my name is just like theirs!), and started being all concerned. Then there was a bit of commotion with creeping around so as not to wake the lodger (he's my friend), and washing and wiping and changing the duvet round and things and eventually we went back to bed.

I did it again about an hour later, but this time I thought it would be better on the carpet so I didn't disturb them - but she got up and cleaned the carpet and looked after me - and he said it wouldn't stain because of the Scotch Guard. I think we must be very lucky to have one; I learn something every day. I felt fine then and wanted to play, but she didn't really want to so I amused myself for a while then got back on the bed and had a little sleep.

We were woken up again when the rain got really really heavy and you could hear it splashing and splashing outside, "...as if someone was throwing buckets of water off the roof!" That made me laugh! The room kept lighting up but no-one was doing anything, and there were some funny growling noises outside. Then there was a flash and straight away the biggest, loudest crashing sound I've ever heard! I was happily biting my toes on the bed at the time and I jumped right up into the air (she said it scared the life out of me and I jumped out of my skin, and that they did too, but I don't remember any of that!) and ran under the bed then out the other side and under his drawers. They looked for me for a while, in the kitchen and everywhere. I could hear them calling me: "Forrrrrrest... Muuunchkin... it's okaaaaay..."... Eventually I peeped out from under the drawers and they saw me looking. "Oh my goodness, how did you get under there?" "Forrest Baby," (see, what did I tell you?) "- you'll get stuck under there one day." Not if I can help it I won't. It's far too cramped.

In the morning they took me to see the vet man again. It was nice to see him and he was happy to see me. He called his friendly lady on the desk in to come and look at me too! La la la. They seem to really like me 'cos I'm so cute. La la. The Babes mentioned that I'd been sick but he said sometimes kittens just regurgitated their food (we are quite clever) if they'd eaten too much, or too quickly, but as long as I wasn't off my food they shouldn't worry. I expect that was it. He did the thing with a needle in my neck again then said I could go outside now, on Supervised Visits, and his friend said they should give me food when I come in. I like the sound of the food bit - not sure about the other thing but 'time will tell' (how does it do that?). He also said he'd see me again in January for the chipping he mentioned last time and "Enjoy ya balls little fella; make the most of 'em!" That was another 'oh poor little thing!' and lots of laughing moment. I don't understand them sometimes - why do they do that? - and what are they talking about?

That night they had some friends over for dinner and I was sick behind the tele (but they didn't notice for ages because they were watching people singing on it and getting cross with the people who were talking about the singing and they weren't looking at me).

I spent the rest of the weekend being quiet and I slept mostly. I didn't feel quite myself for a few days really - I even went off my food for a day and the Babes got really worried and were talking about seeing my friend the vet again. But I'm fine now. I have a fat tummy again and I've grown even bigger. I think there was just a bit too much going on and it got to me a little bit. Or it could have just been something I ate.

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