It’s 3:50 am. I got home from work about 40 minutes ago. Blech. It should have been an hour & 40 minutes ago, but we were training some one new and it took longer than usual. After washing dishes for the last hour and scrubbing the floors, I’m soaked straight to the bone.
The kids had their last day of school today. Snoochie graduated from elementary school & DeeDee graduated from middle school. Both girls and Bobo won so many awards. As proud as I am of the girls for a job well done, I’m especially touched by some of Bobo’s achievements. He made the A/B honor roll. Sure DeeDee made the A honor roll, but Bobo has been on an I.E.P. for most of his life. He doesn’t want the extra help. He wants to be normal. This year he really proved he’s got what it takes. He’s even enrolled for honors algebra for next year. Finally he is able to show us all that he may have some serious flaws, but he quite capable of success.
As I’m writing, something just crashed in the kitchen. I wonder what the cats have gotten into. Andy and Tyrion cried and cried the minute they got home. Didn’t I know a half filled food dish is close to empty? I filled it, but whatever the crash was sounded an awful lot like the food bin being pushed off the top of the fridge.
Saturday I am off from work. The Man is working. The kids are going to Carowinds with their grandparents. I’ll have the house to myself. Maybe I’ll try a lil’ cat photography session. Who knows? Maybe I’ll just curl up with a book.
I should see what the crash was. I didn’t hear anything scatter on the floor…
It was the top of a covered litter box. I’m guessing Tyrion was bugging Jake while he was relieving himself…
Toothless is okay. Brought her to the vet. Vet said the blood vomit could be from the steriods. Either that or Toothless ate something under DeeDee’s bed that she should not have. It was hard to get a conclusive answer. However, since she hasn’t had an episode since yesterday and was begging me for her beloved fancy feast this morning, I didn’t have to make a decision about putting her down.
So we are 3 months + into a cancer dx and I can count the number of bad days on one hand. Thank you up above. Thank you for sending me my precious girl. I’ll send her back to you when she needs you most, but in the mean time, thank you, thank you.