Da Morning floof looks like an Ocelot. I love the markings!
Good morning. Whatever has me in its clutches is beating me up. I just made the bed and had the steroid, and when I was done I felt as if I had run the St George Marathon. With no training.
Yesterday wasn’t so bad, but last night and this morning are making me wish I never shook hands with the sick peeps at church. I’ll know better next time. I’ll get them to talk to me first, and if I detect any hint of illness, I will refuse. I can’t compromise myself by trying to be friendly when my inner self shrinks from the extended hand.
Thank you for kitteh with eyes like limpid pools....