So Dad is home. Yay. But the hospital, despite being told that the ALF needed very specific instructions, did not, in fact, include very specific instructions. No orders regarding Dad's food, or how often he needs oxygen, or how he's supposed to sleep at a 30-degree angle.
Argh.
My sister & I emptied out his liquor cabinet and stole most of his food (he's not allowed nuts or raisins anymore, just mushy food). Anyone have any idea what to do with two bottles of dry vermouth?
Off to email his GP so she can issue the orders.
You may want to consider tossing the vermouth. It doesn't keep.
Glad he's home, Consuela. But argh on the lack of instructions.
Oz has a mouse trapped under the china cabinet. I should probably get in there and try to get the mouse before it's a snack, but I don't think Oz's hunting game is very strong.
...And the mouse managed to escape into the closet.
Nothing worse than a cat who's a bad hunter.
You may want to consider tossing the vermouth. It doesn't keep.
Oh, is that right? I've had a bottle in my fridge for years, so maybe I'll just toss it.
To be fair to Oz, I'd have never known there was a mouse in the house, if it weren't for him sniffing in corners for the last few days. But with my previous cats, usually the first sign I had of a mouse, was finding their dead bodies.
This also means I have to check the outside of my house for places they are getting in.
Timelies all!
At the airport, waiting for our flight.(we're flying to Buffalo and renting a car)
I hope you are bundled up, Sheryl! Enjoy and keep warm.
