Life with a handicapped cat

It's Christmas Eve and I'm baking cookies for the first time in years. Fluffy is busy chasing her tail, Kitty is asleep on the monitor, Callie is resting on the tower, Blackie's looking at Fluffy like she's nuts and I'm assuming that Scrapper and Squeeky are on my bed as usual. The dogs are all curled up asleep in their beds and the filters on the tanks are splashing away. I know a lot of people find that splash annoying but I find it restful. You can close your eyes, kick back and pretend you are next to a stream that is flowing over rocks.

I'm trying to get into the holiday spirit. Tomorrow I get to cook, cook, cook. yippee. I've still got to wrap the gifts I bought. My 16 yo laughed at me because I do this every year. This is the same kid who told me the other day not to get any more cats after these die because they would probably outlive me and he wasn't planning on having any cats and didn't want to get stuck taking care of them. Teens, gotta love them.

Like these Christmassy colors? LOL.

Scrapper is happier because he's down to one medication dose per day. At least for now. His lab results came back hypothyroid now so he has been reduced to 1.25 mg once a day and will be rechecked in 3 weeks. 

Fluffy is getting bratier by the day. Last night she hissed at me when I went to pick her up to get ready for bed. She was busy playing. She will also run away and try to hide from me at bedtime. Some diaperings are accompanied by hisses, growls and swipes at me arm. Rotten thang.   

The cookies are delicious!

                 Merry Christmas            Happy Hanukah

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