This is my kitty on drugs. She was hurt last night, either by a dog or large cat. She crawled, barely, into the house last night at eleven. The pain she displayed made me think she was hit by a car and had a broken bone. But as the vet discovered, it is just a puncture wound to her leg muscle. Poor baby girl. She is feeling rather good now, however. :P
Now that my Mom has made it home safely, I have Lindsay for the next week. Her folks are in Mexico. So far, the conversation tonight has consisted of pus and mucus. Nasty. I swear I dont' remember talking about that kind of gross stuff when I was eleven and twelve. I have to say that they have been getting along really well. The giggles are infectous.
I took them tonight to Macy's and let them try on every formal gown and dress they could find that interested them. It was a lot of fun, and quite the eye opener to the fact that we will be seriously shopping for formals in the next few years. Yeesh.
I am beat, and I don't think the laughing and goofing off will end unless I leave the room...
Sweet dreams.
2 comments:
Gross conversation huh? Actually, Lindsay loves that kind of stuff, and it doesn't reall bother Rachel.
The trying on stuff was a lot of fun.
She is doing much better. Getting back to her old self. I know this because when I try to give her the medicine, she fights me tooth and nail, literally. Sheesh.
Thanks for asking Frenzied!
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