Posted by on Jun 26, 2019 | 14 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, here’s my tummy, Kitty Whisperer.  RUB!  Er…please.

Which means, I hope papa’s back HAS a positive future and that it gets fixed somehow, someday SOON. He is walking in real pain, and then suddenly, it gets okay, and then one step later, OUCH!  Tomorrow they will have seen the specialist and sent me news of the prognosis, whatever that is.

A nose, no?  Maybe not…

He and mama went to Bordeaux to check out a back and spine clinic, and I’m here with my Kitty Whisperer, perfectly happy for a little respite from SNUGGLES.

Well, sort of.  My Kitty Whisperer loves me to cuddle and tummy-rub and snuggle as much as THEY do, so I guess I’ve traded a tummy rub for an upset tummy rub, haha.

So, papa, crossed paws for your back and its troubles and my kitty-sitter and I will just sit here waiting for the results of the visit to the doc.

Maybe over a glass of something good—nipitos, for example.  With lots of crushed catmint.

Never hurts to toast to papa’s health!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Except now I’m nursing a nip-noggin…

 

.