Cat Bath

Poor dirty little cats....

I waited until the sun was low enough in the sky to add a bunch of warmth to the sun room (recovery room). As I filled the bath tub, Sarra came along to inspect.

Ha ha! Gotcha kitty!!

Actually, Sarra is super good in the bath. I can take both of my hands off her and she just looks at me, like "Soo... are you getting in too?" After I finished with Sarra and deposited her in the recovery room, I had to get set up for Mable. I filled the tub and got the towel ready. Mable is never ready. I found her eagerly awaiting the bath.

Can't hide from me!!

I fetched Mable (from here on out, we will refer to her as El Mable Diablo). She groaned audibly and tensed up... and then.... she peed all down my leg. Yup. Lovely. In the tub you go!

El Mable Diablo stikes again!

So glad that's done. :)

Life alone in Texas

Ugh.

This is not my favorite. It is harder than I imagined to live without Max. I mean, I know it is for a short time. I'm struggling a bit with jealousy. Jealous that he is beginning our new life in Madison without me. It is silly, I know, but all the fun new things he is doing are things that we've talked about doing together. It wouldn't make any sense for him to delay doing those things until I get up there. That's silly. I just really don't like being here. I feel a bit left behind. mrf. The cats are no help either.

I am ready for the move.