Long Night

Last night as I was getting ready to settle in, I noticed that Dad seemed to have something stuck in his throat that was wiggling each time he swallowed. Well, I know that I'm too small for doing the Heimlich maneuver, so I just jumped up and down on his throat, and, then, since that didn't work, I decided that I might have to dig it out with my claws. At one point, I must have been about to succeed, because whatever it was in there launched me through the air to the other side of the room. After that, I had to spend the rest of the night attacking dust mites that were crawling all over the room. I am ex-haus-ted!