Working 10 to 8. What a way to make a living….

I have an excuse this time.  I have been run of my feet working.  I know I worked alot already, but I took on another job.  This job trumps all my other jobs.  I'm working out of my house - actually in my house - as a Therapy Cat.  It is something that I take very seriously, especially as I work mostly with my Mommy.  I find it fulfilling and over the last several months I have found I make an excellent Momma Cat.  But…..I just have not had computer time.  The woes of a working cat.

Mommy got very sick in June.  She had to go to this place where they collect sick people till they get better.  Probably so they don't make everyone else sick.  I told her that she was getting sick, but I guess she wasn't listening to me.   I would sniff her toe on the stairs every morning and tell her that something was wrong.  Well, her leg got really, really, really big and turned a funny black colour.  It got really dark like my paws and smelled really, really, really bad.  And she couldn't walk anymore and then it exploded.  Well, it did not explode but it leaked all over the place.  And smelled really, really, really bad.   That Guy took her to the place with all the sick people.  I wasn't allowed to go there and visit.  It was a very lonely time as That Guy would go visit with her and not me.  He let me know how she was doing.  Funny, she never said she missed me.

This is Mommy in the sick place after they have started to fix her leg.

Then she came home, but still could not walk well.  I was so happy.  She told me later that they were going to take the whole yucky part of the leg away.  That would be awkward.  I find it hard to walk on four legs sometimes - I don't know how Mommy and That Guy walk on two all the time.   

I spent all my time co-ordinating her care with Weed.  It was challenging because she would just not stick to her schedule that I had made for her. Weed took the day shift and slept in her lap with a short lunch break.  I took the night shift starting at 10p.m.,  sleeping in her lap till 8:00 in the morning with one litter break.  I would check in on her and Weed during the day from time to time.  She is getting much better now and starting to hold to her schedule on a regular basis and doesn't need our help as often.

My good friend Weed is still with us.  I think she quite enjoys looking after Mommy with me, but she is getting very skinny and slow.  She doesn't play with me much anymore and doesn't play for very long when she does.  Sometimes she has problems jumping into the chair with Mommy.  That Guy keeps giving her this really good tasting stuff that makes her hurts go away.

On the bright side I hear birdies outside and spring is coming.