Hey, Archie here. I took the 'puter away from mom to thank everybody for their good wishes and crossed paws for my bellyache.
I's better, but I really wish mom would stop chasing me around the house, trying to shove medicine down my throat and putting ointment on my monkey-butt. (I haz monkey butt, it's embarrassing and it's sore and what she's doing makes it feel better but I hates it).
She says I'll feel better soon, my insides are sparkling clean and my outsides will look better in a week or two.
And she says I'll be smaller, too, because the doctor lady said I was fat! Can you believes it?
I's really hungry because she's cut down my dry crunchies. But yay, she's now giving me lots more wet food, even though I think she might be sneaking some of that medicine in there too.
That's okay. If I eats it fast enough, I don't taste it anyway.