Sleeping diaries - series
Chapter 1 Epileptic cat "Kitty!" I called my cat while I put the rest of the canned meat in her bowl. "Kitty!" I called again. Normally my cat was in the kitchen purring on the table while I struggled to open "her" can. How can a cat not hear or smell even if she has to poop? I opened the bathroom door. The lights were off. This has never happened before . There are no windows in my bathroom but it still looks familiar. I turned on the light. " Kitty! " My voice was lowered to a whisper. I knelt beside her and touched her jet black fur. Her body was stiff. I cradled her in my arms, planning to call my parents or my friend Julia who might know a vet. Suddenly I felt her muscles cramping, her heart beating faster her breath harsh. I hold her while she kneaded me repeatedly, then she turned back to her stiff position. My arms were bleeding. I knew by then my cat was epileptic. I put Kitty down, then called Julia. Why couldn't I...