Hi, everyone, Happy Birthday to Charann. Charann is a great lady, and I'm blessed to have her sweet friendship. I'm proud of myself because I remembered to send her a card this year. Normally, she sends me a card and I go, Oh, rats, I missed Char's bday...AGAIN. Too bad my birthday isn't 11 days before hers instead of 11 days after. I think I've told you this before. But that's okay, my migraine is bent on coming back and so I'm not good for much tonight.

But I will tell you that I had Bone Therapy today. I read where a cat's purr matches something about the vibrations in your bones and helps build bone. As usual, don't quote me on this. But something to that effect...I think.

So, Robby hops up on the bed this morning, crawls on my chest, tucks his paws under his own chest, as if in prep for a good long visit, and starts motoring away. We are nose to nose, mind you. He's da dearest, sweetest kitty in da whole wide world. I loved Bible study tonight but couldn't wait to get home to him. I have it bad.

One more thing. When I had Robby at the vets last Friday, I was standing in the cat waiting area. There is a partition about up to your rib cage. I was standing behind the partition facing the reception area, holding Robby up above the partition so all the secretaries could admire him. And all the other pets and owners. This insane dog was waiting to be boarded. He was a cattle dog. And he was going completely ape, wouldn't stop fretting and whining and jerking around. I'm not kidding you. All the receptionists, about 6 or 8 or them, it's a big operation, were cracking up because Robby was calm as a cuke, couldn't take his eyes off this mad dog having an anxiety attack, poor thing. Then this other lady turned around from the counter and started walking toward me and Robby. She kept coming and didn't stop until the partition stopped her, so we were mere inches apart, only some molding separating us, she was in my face. Then she did a double take and said, Oh, I thought you and your cat were a statue. I guess like a cardboard cut out, I'm not sure what she meant. It was kind of funny and disarming at the same time. What do I look like these days, a wax figure? Probably.

Say Good-Bye to Headaches!
KEM