He has some “hot spots” where he has licked his fur off…so, antibiotics and medicines on the areas…along with “collar” to stop him from chewing. Ohhhhhhhh, is he mad at me. He goes from snippy comments to trying to schmooze me into taking it off. Poor baby boy.
I should be ashamed to post this. This is my junk closet. But…this afternoon I could not find Ansel. We had been in and out doing yard work and I wanted to make sure he was actually here before I took my shower. I looked all over the house, under the beds, in all the windows…everywhere. I noticed one closet door was open…usually they are closed. I flipped on the light:
Hi, Mama…whazza doin’?
Me? Just lying around…
Haffin’ a baff…
What? Iz nawt dat high.
See? Iz just’ right fur me.
G’way nao, Mama…n’turna wite owt too, k? Ima nap s’more. Wuff ewe…
Yesterdai waz mizerble for me, cuz it rained awl dai long…with big thunderz and flashiez! I hadda stay in awl dai and watch out the windoze. But today iz beeyooteefull, so I asked to go outside right away!
Oh…jus’ so y’all noes…iz SUNdai, so I let Meowma sleep til almost foreverz dis meownin’. She made sucha fuss about yesterdai. Rowr.