Posted by on Sep 3, 2019 | 15 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You know  worry beads?  Well, this is my trusty worry ball to  kick around while waiting for papa to come back from his operation.  Better it than harassing  that silly doggy next-door.

And as I was mentioning a few  days ago, papa will be getting his back fix…er…repaired tomorrow morn.

I’ll be with the kitty whisperer while mama and papa are in  hospital – well, papa only, as what mama really needs is a good meditation center right now or some yoga to keep her cool.  Maybe a margarita, whatever that is.

Just kidding, they’ll be fine, although without me to cuddle they will not be as fine as they COULD be.  I think kitties are the best medicine, right?

But I’ll be right there on the bed when papa  gets home and  you can be sure he’ll get better faster with me on his head.

Good luck, papa, but I’ve  heard the vittles in  hospital are not quite up to my quality kibble.

No matter, I’ll save you some of mine…

And I’ll gravel at your feet when you return, haha.