Saturday, January 8, 2011
Karen Jo: Sorry, Herman. I get depressed from time to time and I just can't seem to make myself do much until it passes, which is only a couple of days, usually. I am fine again now.
Mom finally cooked the lamb last night. It was delicious. I ate more bites than usual.
Karen Jo: But when I offered you some more today, you weren't interested.
Maybe I just don't like leftovers.
Karen Jo: Could be. You gave me a real treat last night.
Mom was watching TV while waiting for dinner to finish cooking and I was in the computer chair next to her. I put my forepaws on her thigh, then lifted one of my back legs, then put it back down, looked at her and meowed.
Karen Jo: It looked to me like you wanted in my lap, but you weren't sure that you could step across. I lifted you up and put you in my lap and you actually stayed. You got comfy and I was petting you, then the timer for dinner went off in just a very few minutes and I had to get up. It was the very first time that you had sat in my lap. I was sad that it ended so soon. Maybe you will do it again.
Maybe. You never know what I will do.
Karen Jo: I certainly don't. I have just been bragging about how good you were about taking your Centrine and today I found three doses on the floor in various places in the living room. You must be holding in your mouth until after I have checked around you to see it you spit it out, then spitting it out. It doesn't seem to have hurt anything, as your poop is still firm.
I don't really like taking pills of any kind and I will get rid of them if I possibly can. At least I am done with my really nasty pill for this month.