Cat! Buddy! Whose s kitty cat? You are. Yes you are. Hiding under the bed or wherever, that's a good boy.
Obviously trying to give a cat a tour of the amenities is ridiculous!
You gotta do it though. I mean, I always do with a new cat or a new place. I don't think they pay much attention to me, but you gotta try.
I totally spaced that I have the Heart Walk tomorrow morning. I really should have mowed the lawn today but oh well. I still need to do enough laundry to be able to get dressed in the morning and pack up all my Jalloween bellydance doodads because I'm going straight from the Walk to rehearsal. But it's basically bed time and I am tired. I don't know who let me be in charge of managing my schedule, I am clearly not up to it.
Will you be able to visit him as much as you want in respite? I don't know how all that works.
Oh Kat, I'm sorry. That's so rough.
Tomorrow's clothes are in the washer, the stuff I need to bring with me is packed up, a sandwich is in an insulated bag in the trunk of my car, I think I just need to stay awake for 10 minutes or so until the cycle finishes and I can throw my clothes in dryer and go to sleep. Must remember to set my alarm.
Kat, that's hard. I don't have advice or really anything, just the offer that I'm here if you need anything.
Oh Kat, that is so hard.
Buddy has emerged! So that's good.
That's so frustrating & fraught, Kat. I hope you can find a channel on which you're not getting caught in a game of emotional telephone.
I need to scrub the litterbox. It's an outside-with-the-hose job. It's raining.
Buddy!
Kat, I'm so sorry about your dad. You can spend time with him in the respite care?
My parents' 60th anniversary was yesterday and today is Thanksgiving, so it's a weekend of eating all the things.
I've coffeed, showered, and eaten. I guess this means I can't put off the litterbox any longer.
