Greyson (Fleeing the Prisoner Transport Unit (PTU)): Quillbert!! I'm home, thank Cod!
Quill (Sniffing suspiciously): Who are you little cat?
Greyson: Bro! It's me - Greyson!
Quill: You don't smell like Greyson... You smell like... the place that shall not be named.
Greyson: The Vets?
Quill: Shhh! Yes, you're not supposed to name it.
Greyson: That's were our parents took me!! The tricked me into the PTU and carted me off. Didn't you realize we were gone?
Quill: It was really quiet... Was it the eye? I told you to stop squinting in front of them. What did they do to you?
Greyson: They put gunk in my eye and shined bright lights at me. Now I have to get gunk in my eye two times a day - if they can catch me.
Quill: Come here, lemme give you bath.
Mom here: Greyson's eyelid is swollen but no scratches on his eye. Yea! So drops for a week to take the swelling out and make it hurty less. Hopefully he forgives us soon. I knew he was feeling poorly when he welcomed Quill cleaning his face last night (yes it was super cute!). Thanks for your purrs and well wishes for our little man. The Vet confirmed Greyson is also a big boy. He weighed in just under 9 lbs at 7 months. Maybe buying that Miracle Grow kitten food was a mistake...