Mike’s arm is waking up and he is in substantial pain. During the first three days after his surgery with his arm completely numb, he would repeatedly hit it against the dog, the door, the window, me, the table, just because he couldn’t feel it and keep it upright. The surgeon warned me this would happen. I have some mighty purdy bruises right now! LOL

We did have a scare yesterday. Mike stumbled in the living room and pitched headfirst into a pile of sleeping kittens! I was in the kitchen making breakfast when I heard the worst squeal from a kitten ever. I race into the room to find the Black Plague scattering in all directions and several limping for cover.

After determining that Mike was okay, albeit a bit sore, I went about finding the injured parties (2 kittens) Piper and Salem. Salem was the worse of the two, unable to put any weight on his left front and rear leg. It took some finagling but I managed to get him out from under the bed. I put him in the big dog cage with all the comforts of home and let him rest. I did call the vet, but I had several doctor appointments scheduled that couldn’t be re-scheduled so I didn’t take him in. An anxious 24 hours later, he appeared to be just okay- doing a lot of sleeping though, so I took him in to discover he had a sprained rear leg and a sprained tail. Piper was just scared I think, she is fine today.

This afternoon, I opened up the cage, but Salem prefers to remain inside, so I am just watching him closely. Mike is not a slight man- he is diabetic because of obesity and this could have really been a dreadful outcome for the kittens. I am grateful that they are all still alive. I have seen crush injuries and they are not pretty, plus my vet is 45 minutes from my house.

The oral surgeon pulled my tooth, discovering that I have a rare thing going on called neuralgia. He put me on Gabapin and told me the pain will go away in about two weeks- yikes! I guess I just have to deal with it till the medication kicks in.

Never a dull moment- not in this house-

Those of you who have faith in God and are reading this blog, please send up a prayer for a cat in Canada I am trying to help long-distance. it is a long story but Miles needs to be sprung from Kitty Jail before they cancel his visiting pass and put him on death row. Why would they euthanize a 2 year old cat? Because he is scared, therefore he is aggressive, they are misreading the aggression as “feralness” and deeming him “unadoptable.” I have been networking to find a canadian who is willing to work with him in their home to get him over all his trauma. Hoping and praying for the best outcome for him.