Tired to the bone

Working, volunteering, caring for Mike as his health continues to decline and riding herd as head cat wrangler, my body is beat. I come home from work late at night with every intention of blogging and usually end up falling asleep on the couch instead.

Mike is going in next week for heart tests and his edema in his one leg has reached dangerous proportions. His one leg is so swollen, that you can actually push in the flesh and it stays dented!

The cats are enjoying their newfound freedom outside during the day, and my doorstep is littered with trophies daily; rats, gophers, mice and lizards. It is still not “Spring” here as the temperature is predicted to fall into the 30’s tonight and through the weekend. The cats seem to know when the bad weather is coming and they will return to the house to snuggle near the heater or on a lap if one is available.

The only cat who has not returned and prefers to live under the house is Chaplain. I was surprised to find that he was the first one out the dog door when it was unblocked, and sad to see that he doesn’t really want to return back to the house, although he is provided many entrances to do so.

Oliver is sneezing multiple times, so I have started him on amoxydrops which he hates. He is so hard to pill because when he was a kitten, that is what he remembers the most, all the pills I had to push down his throat. He turns into a tiger when I have a syringe in my hands to give him his meds.

It is always such a comfort to come home, sit down on the couch and be surrounded by all these lovely feline friends. I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything in the world- not even winning the lottery. Because, there are times, when I feel, I already have.

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