The poster calls today's kitteh a "foster failure": she was nursing the rescue kittens with the intention of finding other homes for them, but instead, found that she couldn't give them up.
I couldn’t let go of that face either.
What a beautiful face. Squee!
There is good news and almost good news.
The ulcers have stopped bleeding and I’m hoping the doc doesn’t send me for another transfusion. It means at least four hours of doing nothing...
In other news, some people from the church (prayer works) came and said they would help me with the truck. At least the diagnosis of it. Only, when the one guy went home, he found that his book was ‘96 or later, so he didn’t have the right code for his diagnostic tool.
However, he said he may get the tool from someone else. Or the code. Or something.
I’m tired this morning, but that’s to be expected. I will have another ulcer cocktail soon. Then, two more today and that should be enough to heal the ulcers for one more round.
I would have that same problem.
Probably going to die a crazy cat lady, I expect.
Bobbie update:
Bobbie is responding very well to her medications, and she is
acting more and more like herself. My total freak-out about
her illness has been well mollified, and she is in her usual spot,
sleeping at my feet. We are feeding her Royal Canin wet and
dry food, and she is much, much better.
Fortunately, she likes the Royal Canin Renal support kit of
cat foods that the vet gave us after her last checkup, that
she passed with flying colors.
But it’s time to start the laundry, so I wish you and all the
Undead Threaders a great day. Hope to be back later if I
can put down my Nikki Heat novels.
And get the dang laundry done, of course.
Gaaa. Why did I look at the Dow?
OK, how, exactly does one gird one’s loins again. It’s time and I’ve completely forgotten.
So Beautiful! I would snuggle that kitteh so close and listen all day to the precious purring.