Mancat Monday

Mom hasn't been taking pictures of me lately, so here's an older one that she hasn't used yet.  Mom also apologizes for not knowing what day it was yesterday.

Karen Jo:  I think I was probably just trying to skip Sunday.  I wish I had.  It was a hard day at work.  Well it's over now and I'm home, giving you treats.  You finished off another bag of nip treats tonight.

I just like them a whole lot.  You can get another bag tomorrow, can't you?

Karen Jo:  Yes I can.  You are getting too good at spitting out your nasty pill.  I had to try five times this morning to get it down you.

I hate those pills.  They are the nastiest things I have ever had in my mouth. I am very glad that I only have to take them one week per month.

Karen Jo:  So am I.  I keep seeing the claws coming out when I give them to you.  You almost got me yesterday.  You were silly with the hot dogs at lunch.  You kept asking me for a bite, but when I offered you one, you turned your head away.

I guess they smell better when they are cooking than when they are done.  When are you going to cook something good again?

Karen Jo:  Tuesday, I hope.  Pot roast is on sale, but I'm tired of pot roast.  I'll look for something good tomorrow.

At least we have been getting sunshine.  It's still very cold, but not quite as cold tonight.  It's  7 degrees instead of being below zero.  I still don't feel like playing with Mom, but I was really glad she went to bed an hour early last night.  She was in a mood to pet me and I got petted until I got tired of it and moved away a little bit. We keep each other warm at night.