Though the girls have been quite happy for the extra pets and cuddles, I’ve not been the best patient. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m a terrible sick person. I’m a wimp who dramatically moans when in pain.
t’s cold outside and we’re (the cats and I) spending a lot of time wrapped in blankets and pondering the meaning of life. Many of the conversations revolve around treats and chasing bits of string.