My CT scan came back clear...no blood clots which is a very good thing. However, I'm still having trouble catching my breath at times. My surgeon will not let me go back to work until we get to the bottom of the breathing issue. So.....sir Max has me for at least a couple more weeks. I've not been feeling good "mentally" for the past few days and can't figure out why I'm so down. I think I just need some serious ZZZZ's as well as some "phun". I'm meeting up with Catty1 on Sunday.....I think this is the just the remedy I need. What could be better than meeting a PTer??
In the meantime Max is being very nawty. He's jumping from the dining room table to the kitchen counter and he, all of a sudden, tries to scratch the side of my couch.....two things he's never, ever done before. I'm going to buy a scratch post for him next week. Hmmmm, can a 13 yr. old kitty be trained???
Tomorrow is Max's spa day and when I told him that he was going to get a baff and have his bummy trimmed, he got all embarrassed.....
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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