I guess I'd better rest now, because soon I have the important job of selecting the winner of Deb & ML's raffle for me. Thank you all so much for helping me, because due to my recent stroke and foot surgeries, Dr. Shew had to run extra tests before my hoohaectomy to make sure an anesthetic wouldn't hurt me. Okay, naptime!
I know! I'll shred the back of the couch!
Okay, hmm ... now what? I know! I'll shred the bottom of the couch!
Rocky: I'm thoroughly disgusted. We've all been banned from the living room again, thanks to that Milky thing, who is destroying MY couch, while I languish here on a recliner in the dining room covered with an old sheet ... But I'm not complaining ... first, because lots of people have it worse than me. For instance, my AlmostDad Jim, went through a heart catheterization Monday. But YAY, the good news is, he only has a couple of minor blockages and won't need surgery!!
And there's my friend KC's family and all my other friends in Texas who are having really serious problems after Hurricane Ike. We're all purring & purraying for them, and very grateful to the Taylor Catsssss for keeping us updated.
And there's another reason I'm not complaining. I've heard rumblings around Artsy Catsy that the human artists will probably have to try to find a good furever home for Mr. Milky because even after his hoohaectomy, he doesn't seem to be a good team player. My mom is very upset and sad about it, but she thinks he's just been outside surviving on his own too long for him to realize that other kitties can be his friends. I've tried to be his friend and interview him for a job on my staff, but if he even sees me through the living room door, he tries to kill me.
So I think I'll just languish here on my old sheet on the recliner.