Another day in Kitty Land.

At the vet, Robby made quite a splash. Oooohs and Aaaahs abounded. The greeter said, Oh look at the smudges on his face (that's one way to put it, I call them freckles). One tech said Robby was quite the stud. And cuddly, too. Then she showed him to another tech who said, This has made my day, he's so cute. The vet said he was unusual, I forget exactly what she said because I failed to register it in my brain. Can't stand it when that happens.

But Robby checked out okay except for Upper Respiratory Infection, symptoms being the dainty sneezing and soupy eyes and lethargy. Now he has to have 2 meds twice a day and he really does not appreciate a medicine dropper being jammed down his throat.

At the grocery store I bought a pack of Hartz toy mini mice so he can bat those around. But with the very first mouse (there are 5 of them) Robby pulled off a hot pink felt eye, severed a leatherette (suede?) blue tail and munched on the white fur, swallowing some, I am afraid. Also, the other eye is gone and where did that go? For meowing out loud!

So, forget Bar Keepers Friend, what on earth is wrong with Hartz? What kind of toy is this for a cat? Robby even stuck the cheap mouse in his food dish while he was eating it, he loved this mouse so much. But if the mouse lasts a grand total of 3 minutes...the point, please? And it is possibly dangerous, falling apart that quickly. I want a refund. And I was right there supervising, I could barely keep up. You can bet your bottom dollar I took that mouse away once I realized the futility and danger of it. A crummy mouse a cat loves is not a good combination.

Oh, BTW, I don't think the fake furry mouse on the end of the stick, Robby's favorite toy, is a mouse. I've decided it's a muskrat.

I thought I was getting sick today. So I had to take an evening nap. Robby's favorite spot is the down comforter on the floor across the room. Don't ask. Anyway, he was napping, too. When I woke up, I just lay there for a while with my eyes shut. Then I heard it. meow. Very tiny and sweet. And there he was, down by the side of the bed looking up. Smart cat, to wake me up when he felt like it. It AMAZES me how smart an 8 week old kitten can be. He knows where everything is without second guessing. And he has tired of some things that I have tried to discourage, like playing with the wires under the computer desk.

Yes, I am COMPLETELY satisfied with our little Robby. Pets are the best, I'm sure we all agree on that. I love that Adam's job in the garden was to tend animals and plants. Obviously, it doesn't get any better, that was the best, the most perfect time in human history (kinda of easy with only two humans, but we know how that turned out). I think the Amish have it right, only if they would chill a little and use more modern conveniences.

There was one more thing I really wanted to tell you, but it's one of those days and it went bye-bye, too. I think I'll go do my boring back exercises and see if I can get it back, ha, ha.

Loving you all,
KEM