Good morning! It is Wednesday here, if that helps.
Jake spewed again. It’s almost as if he understands English: having been told, firmly, to spew on the tile instead of on the carpet, he did ... right in front of the coffee pot. GAH.
Oh, dear. Poor Jake. I’m sure, after all these years, he understands more words than you think. Unlike dogs, cats are selective in what they wish to do.
I saw a short film a long time ago about how a guy from some Eastern European country had trained a bunch of cats to do things like walk tightropes and climb ladders and one even rode a kitteh-sized bicycle.
Jake, spewing on the floor instead of the rug, indicates that he loves you and doesn’t want you upset. For what its worth, anyway!
I’m trying to make a journal entry and it isn’t easy. So much has happened in the last two weeks. Where do I start? :o|
In the meantime, I think I’m going to put some ice on my knee.