;' (Robby typed that.) Robby had a relapse. I woke up this morning to find him doing throat and chest convulsions. This meant a trip to the vet where he spent the afternoon getting nebulized. That sounds like rocket science to me, but I think it means sticking him in a cage that's draped with a hot towel. I get to nebulize him again by placing him in the bathroom when I take a shower. I really have no idea how to spell nebulize. And having his 105 fever reduced (cats should have a 102 temperature and when you think how small a kitten is, three degrees is a lot).

I had to run out and get him a Z pack. Good grief, a kitty with a sinus infection, or as good as. I feel so sorry for him, sheer misery. I also had to pick up wet food. Jazzi and I went to the fancy boutique and the Grandma Chicken Soup Cat Food, or whatever it is, was honest to goodness real shredded chicken from Indonesia or somewhere, don't quote me, I'm exhausted. It looked like you could dump it right in your pot pie and none would be the wiser. Robby loves it.

Well, when I picked him up, the check out lady said everyone tending him in the back went crazy for him. No offence to anyone, but I looked at Fancy Cat magazine while I was waiting, and not one cat was cuter than Robby. There was a Bengal that caught my eye, whoa, he looked like a leopard with crystal green eyes. I told the vet, My $35 cat is much nicer looking than those fat faced fancy cats that cost hundreds and thousands. She totally agreed with me, said kitties like Robby have character. Of course, when all the vet bills are added up, Robby is going to be right up there price-wise with the Ragdolls. I should have bought the cat insurance when I had the chance, which window I think was 5 minutes from when I PetSmart. Rats. SUPER rats.

So, he is peppier, but his breathing comes with great snarly effort. Okay, he just took the fax phone off the hook, pretty darn clever. Oh, and now he's helping me type my blog. Hmm, he's moved things around, but I'm not sure what. He's a pro at hitting the Caps Lock button.

This is it, a mini blog tonight. I was at Bed, Bath, Beyond tonight for the second time trying to wade through a bridal gift registry. And for the second time, I pretty much gave up. You know, I can't decide between a hot dog and a hamburger on a menu, so umpteen pages of bridal registry is a lost cause. I got an Isotonic egg crate foam mattress thingy, that was off the list (meaning, from the list). Then I saw a gorgeous sorta pewter pitcher, you know that really pretty brand, Wilton Armetale, which is a family business in PA for generations. So why was the pitcher made in China? Whatever. It struck me as something that might be cherished by a bride down through the years. Way more than memory foam, or whatever it is. BTW, Target used to carry Wilton stuff. I happened on it on CLEARANCE. Jackpot! And, the bride is getting, of course, Zwipes Micro Fiber Folding Super Duster. From the Dollar Store. Speaking of, while I was there I came across Tee Vee Brands Mini Swift Peeler, Slide on your finger and peel. Its grip is rubberized and ergonomically designed. It peels it all. I'm very eager to set this thing in motion. Don't worry, I'll report back.

Okay, since we don't know what anything is tonight, we shall try again tomorrow.

But first. DTD dropped off all these sundresses, there they were when I got home tonight. The straps have basically parted ways with the bodice. And other things. Well, this will be a good excuse to go over the Skyway Bridge and visit my friend Kathie. She's a seamstress of the first order and she is going to take up my pants that I've never worn. She's another neat freak, no kidding. Her sewing room is a masterpiece. So, now I'm wondering, How come all my friends are neat freaks, why am I drawn to that type? Because I find it fascinating for one thing, that anyone can achieve such feats of pure order. It's a study in contrasts, KEM being the slob.

The Rays have crawled back to the top of the standings, tied with Yankees for Number One in baseball. Unreal and almost too exciting, if you ever followed the Rays in their infancy, toddlerhood and elementary days. Now, I hope I haven't upset the apple cart, saying all that.

I gotta get Robby to bed, he's overdoing it and will have another relapse.

Kitty Nurse KEM