I feel rich. I got cuddles from both Torbie (my old lady) and Gravy (little boy) today. As I held Gravy, I said "Look at your fat little tummy!" Ron objected, I explained, for a cat starving a week ago, a fat little tummy is a very good thing.
The boys have been great. They are settling in wonderfully. We just need to get them fixed. I gave them their Advantage too.
The Girls got their worm medicine (Baby Girl had tapeworms), and the vet wanted me to wait a few days before the Advantage for them - which I'll do tomorrow.
The boys like to walk on my keyboard - that's the worst problem I've got. They are keeping the 2 commandments: No biting. No pissing.
I scoop the boxes daily and keep it all fresh.
The boys are indoors and I hope remain so. I want them to get some street smarts before they venture outside.
One of my drivers was having a tough time. She brought us home. Gravy got out when I opened the door so I brought him over (I know she likes cats). She had a fun time petting him for a minute.
Biscuit and Gravy like being held for short periods. I am always careful to put them down before they struggle, so it's fun for them. They are happy to be held and purr loudly.
They are very bonded - I have never seen two animals with a tighter bond, and love to chase each other all over the house. I approve, they're not bothering the Girls.
I tend to get a little weird about the neighbors, and noise. Last night I got a lot weird because it was actually quiet when I needed to sleep. I slept pretty well.
I got up at 3 AM and went to work. We got our delivery. The delivery guy was really nice. I stocked, we didn't need much but sales are good. I also helped Ron with his stuff.
Wherever I am, "helping Ron" is part of it.
We had the right amount of time to do everything without sitting around. We had a good ride home.
I had to help Ron with accounting stuff for a while (and just a while ago). Then I got a nice nap. I figured, sleep as late as I can, which I did. It was about 3 hours. Not bad considering I only got about 6 hours sleep the night before.
I got up, moderately depressed... ate some pudding. I forgot to mention Biscuit is very pushy when it comes to people food. He loves any kind of dairy.
I kept pushing him away, then I let him have the traces of pudding in the container. I took my medication and watched a little TV. Organized a little. Sat down, ended up with Torbie in my lap for an hour and a half. That was awesome.
I got pretty stiff about the time she moved. She's a very perceptive cat.
Pudding and lithium are a bad duo. I got pretty queasy. When Torbie left I drank some Pepto.
Gravy thought the lap looked fun, so I got some attention from him, too. I also watched them curled up together on the couch as I had Torbie in my lap, 18 inches away.
I don't want a lot of cats. God knows I don't want any more. I do have a family, though.
Still tired; still depressed. The two, of course, are related.
I'll try to pencil in some "fun" tomorrow.
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