Phoebe’s just landed on my lap and Daisy’s curled up asleep against my leg. She’d been making it very clear I was supposed to be in the bedroom with her ever since I got home from the supermarket a couple of hours ago. Having to do Mum’s and my lunch just wasn’t an adequate excuse.
Watching me wash my hands vigorously. Remember, boys and girls- When you're laying in bed half asleep, in the dark, with a cat on your chest, it is imperative to know which end is pointed toward you before scratching your kitty under the chin...
Tubbs and Patches are zooming up the stairs of course. Patches however tripped and fell on her face (Intentionally of course.) when she hit the fourth step but then merrily kept up the chase. Round and round and round they go upstairs. Now Tubbs has settled in my lap for a well deserved rest.
Glaring at us from top of the high cabinet. SWAMBO called me at 7:00 in the morning to tell me Belle had been vomiting and threw up her breakfast. She told me she was taking Belle to the vet. I was in Moab with my brother running trails in our Jeeps. I packed early and started the three hour drive home.
The vet took blood for labs to check for poisoning and gave her some anti nausea meds. We're still waiting for the results. When SWAMBO brought Belle home from the vet's, Belle climbed up on top of our high cabinet and was still there when I got home. She's been in the same spot for several hours, glaring. After a $400 vet visit, you'd think she'd be grateful for our concern.