Sunday, July 30, 2017

In the Woods

This is me, mere moments ago.  I'm sad to report that I haven't been well this week.  I was my robust, sassy self just last Sunday, then Monday I began to sink, as it were, physically.  Mom had me to the vet on Wednesday, I got a long-term antibiotic shot, it took three days for me to show some signs of improvement, which was yesterday, then today I'm feeling really punk again.  So we'll go back to the vet tomorrow for an x-ray.  The only thing the vet could determine last week, based on my blood test, was that I might have an infection somewhere internally.  Hence, the antibiotic.  But there could be something else going on.

Mom's beside herself.  She keeps assuring me I don't have to try to take care of her, too, along with just trying to keep myself together.  We both fear that my time might be short. 

Pray for us both, will you?  Thanks, dear readers.  I love you.  Beeg

Sunday, July 23, 2017

All Tucked In

I like it like this, sitting on mom's lap, all tucked into a little ball of cat fur.  One of my preferred modes of resting.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

In the Dog House

This is me relaxing on mom's painting table a few days ago.

Last night I climbed onto the very same table while mom was painting.  I stepped on wet paint on her palette, then walked on a finished painting!  Mom wasn't happy about that at all, needless to say.  And I momentarily wound up in the dog house.

Crafty mom, though, was able to carefully cover over my paw print.  And then she humbly apologized for yelling at me.

Then she said, "It's only a painting.  You, my love, are forever."

Saturday, July 8, 2017