Tuesday, Toesday

My nip syringe has made me so mellow that I finally let Mom take a picture of my one pink toe pad. You can biggify the picture to see it better. I love using my syringe for a pillow when I nap. Sigh. I was doing so well with my solid poops that Mom cut back on my medicine to see how I would do. I went back to pudding poop, so I am getting all three doses per day again. We were both so hoping that I could get off the medicine and make solid poop all by myself. Mom ran out of baby food and tried the pill shooter on me again. I let her do it, once. When she got home from work, with baby food, she tried the shooter on me again and I really fought it, so it's back to the powdered pill in diluted baby food syringed into my mouth again. I am so used to it by now that I hardly resist it at all any more.

Mom went out this morning and came home with a roast beef sandwich for her lunch. I have always turned up my nose at roast beef before, so she was surprised when I told her that I wanted some of her sandwich. She was even more surprised when I ate the roast beef that she offered me. Then Mom went out again and came back a couple of hours later, saying that she wasn't leaving me any more today. I'm glad.

Karen Jo: I had to take care of some bank business and send off some stuff from the safety deposit box to the people winding up my Mother's estate. After lunch I went to the dentist. Now I'm going to goof off, spend lots of time with Herman and blog a lot.

I am finding things interesting that I never showed any interest in before. Mom put her shopping bag on the floor last night to take stuff out of it. When it was empty, I stuck my head in it and pushed it around the kitchen floor. Then I ran into the living room, watched the bag closely while doing wiggle-butt, then pounced it and slid across the floor. That was fun. I'll have to try it again.

Karen Jo: I am so glad to see this kind of behavior in you. Bags never held any attraction for you before. I think you are feeling even better than you were before you got sick. Maybe it's because you are very sure that this is your home now and you feel comfortable trying new things. Speaking of which, thank you all for your advice on my becoming a foster to FIV+ kitties. I do think it is probably too soon to subject Herman to any stress. The shelter hasn't called yet, so maybe they are really thinking it over, too. Since Herman has both FIV and FeLV, any kitty with just FIV would be in some danger of catching FeLV from Herman. I wouldn't be comfortable taking in a foster who didn't have both, because Herman has been all over the house. Herman seems very happy as an only cat, except he hates to see me leave for work. I know that he plays while I am gone, because his toys are all moved around when I get home. I don't know that he is actually lonely for company. I suspect that he just likes having me around.

I like having you around to feed me, for sure. You gave me that canned green pea and duck again. I have already told you that I don't like it.

Karen Jo: I will keep trying it on you every once in a while. I tried giving you grated cheddar for weeks before you decided that you liked it. Now you gobble down your cheese like it's the best stuff in the world.

Sigh. Moms! They are so hard to train.