I feel pretty good, no hacking, but no poops either. Honestly, every twenty-seven minutes Mom is checking my litter boxes. Geez Louise! Can't a girlcat have some privacy? All this interest in my pooper is more than just a little bit EMBARRASSING!
But seriously, Mom! I'm HUNGRY! FEED ME! Enough of the teeny tiny servings already. What are you gonna do, wake up at Oh-dark-thirty in the morning and give me foods IF I poop?
As long as we're talking about hacking, YOU, Mom, are the one coughing all over sounding like some long suffering cigarette smoker (which we know you're not). And have you noticed your voice is disappearing, and your nose is honking? You're popping pills and slugging water... Really Mom, the place for you is IN BED... so GO! I'll watch over YOU and you can watch over me.