Oh my poorly eyes

Dear Diary,
I had to go to the V-E-T yesterday. My pet carried me there and got the man in the green coat to look at my eyes. I've had an infection in my right eye, and it's been weeping. In fact, at the weekend I couldn't open it properly. Of course when I went I made out that everything was alright and there was no infection, but the green man knew. He gave my pet some drops to put in my eyes twice a day - morning and night. They're horrible. I can't see properly when they go in, and my pets hold my paws until I blink to stop me rubbing them out. How mean is that!
Even worse, I have to go back to the V-E-T next Wednesday to see if I need more drops. I hope not.

I want a doctor

Dear Diary,
There is something wrong with me. My right eye has gone funny. I can feel it weeping, and my pets keep trying to clean it out for me. Silly pets, don't they know that the best thing for it is a trip to my doctor. Luckily I did hear the man pet talking about ringing the Vet. Phew!

I smell something

Dear Diary,
There is something in the house. I don't know what is it, but there is something in the house. I can smell it. It's strongest in the front room, just in front of the television, and it's sending me crazy. I just can't help myself. If I'm not clawing at or biting the carpet, I'm rolling over, flipping back and forth over and over.
And if anyone tries to come near me, I'll bite them. Raaaaaargh!