I have to go under the knife in a couple of hours for a minor, non-life-threatening procedure that, if all goes well, will ruin my elegantly rolling gait and my best shot at getting a job at the Ministry of Silly Walks.
I would have told you all about this, but I never know how to bring up the topic. By the way, they're cutting me open next week seems so blunt, and Mommy's going to visit the place where the doctors work doesn't even work on my kids. Also, I was hoping to get out of it for a few more weeks, but my loved ones ganged up on me and started threatening me with things like wheelchairs and robotic limbs.
I'll check back in a day or two; whenever they let me out of bed or leave so I can sneak out. Don't worry, I'll be fine, and if by some astronomical chance I'm not, I'm leaving the weblog to my cats. Be nice to them.