OK SO I HAZZA SUM CUTE TO SHARE ABOUT THE KITTYS. MY ROOM HAZ BEEN NAMED KITTY DAYCARE. WE HAZZA A PLAY AREA, A NURSING AREA AND A ROUGH HOUSING AREA. NAO KEEP IN MND THERE IDS A BED IN KITTY DAY CARE. (MY BED). WO EBONY WAS ON THE BED WATCHING FRUM ABOVE ALL THE KIDS PLAYING. KALIE WAS ON MY PILLOW SLEEPING. I CLAWED INTO BED TOO. SOON I HEARED EBONY TALKEN TO THE KIDS NEXT THING I KNOW I HAS 6 KITTYS IN BED WID ME. GRAMA LKITTY ON THE PILLOW MOMMA AT THE FOOT OB THE BED AND THE 4 KITTENS ROAMING AROUND FOR A BIT TRYNG TO FIND A SNUGGLE SPOT. THEN WE ALL SETTLED IN AN WENTTO SLEEP. THIS IS THE TIME I WISH I HAD SUMONE ELSE HERE.I CANT GET PICS IF I IDS IN THE BED TOO WID OUT DISTURBING EVERYONE. OH WELL. HOPE I TOLD ALL THE DETAILS WELL SO YOU CAN PICTURE IT HAPPENING.
I hope your meatballs didn't fall off! Yeah, that was one happy kid when he saw his dad. I remember being in the 'dime store' and was so mesmerized by something that I didn't notice Mama had moved. I automatically reached up and took a hand and was greatly dismayed to find that it wasn't my mother's. My husband when he was 4 completely got away from his mom. He left the store and was crossing the street. Luckily, there was a cop nearby to rescue him. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. He was just exploring!
Your crying kitty reminds of a little boy in the grocery store yesterday. He just started crying and when I turned to ask him what was wrong. "I can't find my Daddy!". I held out my hand and he came running to me in sheer terror. Fortunately, I had seen him with his daddy earlier and spotted him at the check out. That was one happy little boy when he saw his daddy!
I see you have asthma. So far, I've managed to escape that affliction. I have a lot of sinus congestion. I think I may be sensitive to pet dander, but not allergic. Hope yours is well controlled and not a hindrance to you. Take care, my friend. I'm praying for you, too.
Thanks, I take all the prayers I can get. I've had fibromyalgia for 22 years and it seemed to lessen as I got older, but now all of a sudden it's come back with a vengeance and it now keeps company with arthritis and osteoporosis plus a ruptured disk. I can't take narcotics like hydrocodone or oxycodone because they give me migraines. I'm taken tramadol now, which is nonnarcotic but still has to be dosed just right because of the side effects. Ain't I a mess? I am a Christian and I know that my Jesus is with me through it all. One day, I'll be in place where there is no pain and I'm ready to go right now! Thanks for caring. Hugs and lubs