I woke Mom up by trying to kill the pot of lip balm she keeps on her nightstand, and it made her so happy. I haven't done that since before I got sick.
I ate plenty of dry food and stinky goodness, and Mom fed me my yogurt from a spoon -- I have to eat yogurt because I'm on antibiotics. And guess what: I'm liking yogurt more and more, even without the Temptations tucked in it! Then, before I lay down for my recuperative nap, I rubbed all over Mom and Dad, purred my lion purr, kissed Mom's legs, and cuddled with Dad.
I'm taking my medicines and will continue on them for another week, though the daily regimen has become an irritant, and Mom and Dad are teaming up to get the meds in me. Because I'm a big Mancat (sixteen pounds), Dad holds me while Mom medicates me. But Dad has a firm, gentle hand and Mom has nimble fingers, so it only takes a couple of minutes, and when it's all over, I get my well-deserved praise and treats.
Keep your purrs coming -- they are working! You kitties on the Cat Blogosphere are the best friends a Mancat could have.
My beautiful Patches Lady, I send you my love and extra rumbly purrs.
Thanks, little brother Mao, for letting me blog today! And speaking of Mao: he wanted me to link to a sweet and thoughtful post by his girlfriend, Ariel -- she's collecting a list of couples on the Cat Blogosphere and is encouraging single cats to post comments there if they are looking for love.
And Earl Grey, buddy, there goes Dorydoo, making googly-eyes at you again!
