Friday, March 8, 2013
Karen Jo: For my ribs' liking, either, apparently. When I got to feeling almost normal again, I started trying to catch up on the housework, a little at a time, then more and more until I overdid it. Now I am getting the sharp pain again that had gone away. I am spending tomorrow in bed again and maybe Sunday, too. I have to get better again, because I have a three day conference coming up in a couple of weeks.
Oja: The more time you spend in bed, the better I like it. You could start by staying in bed right through my vet appointment tomorrow.
Karen Jo: You don't get out of going to the vet that easily. Herman's foster Mom is taking us in the morning. It won't be bad. You need to get weighed to see if you have lost any weight and we have to discuss what to do if you haven't. You shouldn't need to get any embarrassing procedures done, though maybe a little feeling around your tummy.
Oja: I don't mind you feeling and petting my tummy, but I don't want anyone else doing it. You really are going to keep those boycats, aren't you?
Karen Jo: Yes, I am. I filled out their adoption papers and send them in with the check for their adoption fees. I haven't heard back yet, so they aren't officially my forever cats yet, but it is just a matter of time.
Oja: Rats! I was hoping we would eventually get rid of them.
Karen Jo: Oh, come off it. I have seen you napping nearly together with Austin and only a foot away from Rocio.
Oja: But they steal my food.
Karen Jo: You are getting enough from somewhere. You are still quite the pudgy kitty.
Oja: It looks good on me. I look regal.
Karen Jo: That you do.