Dearest peoples on the innernets,
This is Felix speakin'. I ain't doin' so good. I am talkin' in italics 'cause I am weak. I don't feel like eatin' or drinkin' waters. I have been real hot...mommy taked me back to the doktor and they think...hope...pray that my fever has breaked. It has been normal since early this mornin'. But...I still feel pritty bad. I ain't eated nothin' since Monday. Mommy says that is not good. She says if I don't eat tonight, she will have to syringe feed me...I ain't sure what that means but it don't sound good...but eatin' don't sound good either...I just can't win.
Mommy has gived me my antibiotic, my anti-nausea and appetite stimulant and also my fluids...but I still feel like doo-doo. I am sad and so is mommy and all of the Whiskers & Purrs Gang.
Thank you to everybody that has been prayin' for me and leavin' wonnerful comments on our bloggy. You just don't know how much it means to us...I is gonna keep fightin' but please pray that mommy will do the right things that will help me git betters.
Very truly yours,
Felix Unger Graves III
