Of course, Egypt whines or meows in protest to most of her treatments. But she doesn't pay attention. Everybody else tells her what I do, and it makes me feel better because then I know I'm not being overprotective or unreasonable in asking or telling her to quit it! But does it do a lick of good? No. She keeps on doing it and gives me attitude about it.
I don't think I can go to Mom and Dad about it. Mom's caught us fighting over the cat before. "Keep it up and the cat is history," she warned irritably.
So I'm in a hard spot till I move. That is, if I can find an apartment that takes pets. Because I will not leave Ege here with Aubree. (He already runs away from her when he can.) Smart cat.
And to go along with that, I think he may be getting a cold. He's sneezing slightly more than I've known him to. That back room gets cold. So I'm thinking... Gosh, I hope he doesn't get sick. I've haven't been able to feel his nose to see if it's cold and wet still so I dunno. But I'm watching him closely. He seems to still clean himself like a fanatic, but...he doesn't run about the house like a kangaroo anymore. Perhaps I can ask if a heater can be put back there. Who knows. *sighs*
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I was finally able to talk to Milo last night! I hadn't seen him since before Christmas. About two weeks(?) before. And it was so good to talk with him. Poor guy spent the holidays alone though. =0{ Hope to talk to him again soon.
Tomorrow zee kids go back to school. Reality of the everyday routine has descended upon us again. The brief holiday interlude has been wonderful--except the thing with Stephen. I wish it still could go on. I loved the festive air. It always seems to give you the license to vegetate and party and pigout, doesn't it?
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