Well, Kitties, it's a miracle! My, uh, problem seems to have resolved itself and I am no longer doing lickity, lickity, lickity, lickity, lickity, lickity, lickity-licks. I am playful and friendly and apparently fine.
I have convinced the Human to hold off on dragging me to the Stabby Place, where I always have to be knocked out cold and manhandled and for some reason, shaved. ::shudder::
She says she will keep a very watchful eye on me and if I appear to be in any distress, she will cart me off, kicking and screaming, to You-Know-Where before I even know what hit me.
I think this is a fair deal.