One of our cats is very good when one is sick. We call him Dr. Zorro. He is a determined lap cat but when I was recovering from my surgery and could not have anything on my lap, he would carefully lie down right next to me and gently touch my arm with his paw.

The other one doesn't give a hoot.

Sorry Liese, it just ended. It's the most snow I've seen on the field in a while. Brett was throwing snowballs at his teammates.

Aw. Too late. That's awesome! Every professional sports game would be better with snowballs.

Every professional sports game would be better with snowballs.

I agree. Hell I think most everything would be better with snowballs.

I kind of hate January, but February seems worse

February should be outlawed. This is all I have to say.

Teppy - hope your head does not outpace your meds. ::bubblewrap & a nice dark room::

I always said Chicago would be perfect if we could just go right from January 31st to March 1st.

He is a determined lap cat but when I was recovering from my surgery and could not have anything on my lap, he would carefully lie down right next to me and gently touch my arm with his paw.

Aw! My cat tries, but he's just too stupid -- he always comes over and stands on my stomach when it doesn't feel good.

I think she knows I have a migraine and wants to make me feel better.

Or, she thinks you are going to die soon, and wants first crack at your corpse.

This is more likely, now that I think of it....

Teppy - hope your head does not outpace your meds.

I get to take more meds in a few minutes, so with a little luck, I can beat this migraine down.

Still, I got a lot done today in spite of the headache: we went to a neighborhood swap meet (called "Up For Grabs" -- all you had to do was bring at least 2 things you wanted to donate, and then you could take whatever other people brought that caught your eye), I did 3 loads of laundry (the last one is in the dryer right now, and the other 2 are even folded and put away -- or hanging up, for the items that I don't tumble dry), I vacuumed the unholy quartet of kitchen/dining room/living room/bathroom, and I did yoga.

Now I don't have to do anything for the rest of the night. The Boy is cleaning litterboxes and considering giving the dogs a bath. Ah, sweet domesticity.

Aww, Teppy. That's good, maybe you can get some rest and get your head smoothed out.

Can you send the Boy over to give the Biscuit a bath? He really needs one.

My cat tries, but he's just too stupid -- he always comes over and stands on my stomach when it doesn't feel good.

Is this the cat that pees in the tub?