Andy sat there for the longest time…
…then he passed by.
He was startled when I reached down.
He was headed to the end table.
He settled in the dark.
I had to do heavy editing to make him show.
Even going so far as to remove all color! 
Then I turned the light up. Amazing, eh, how throwing light on the subject saves lots of editing!
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Dialysis went bleed-out free Saturday, the way I like it!
Andy gets his ‘nip on the table. Yes, I know! Andy didn’t get on the table when it was cluttered but started getting up there when I cleared it off. Cats!
I have a crappy enough parking situation so imagine how disturbing it was to come home from dialysis to find someone parked in my spot.
I parked on the grass since the alternative was to stop in the lane, blocking traffic.
After waiting a few minutes for the car owner to show up, I parked very close to the car, blocking the owner’s access. I intended to make a statement about taking a resident’s spot, let alone a handicapped space!
No handicapped plate, but there was a handicap tag hanging on the mirror.
Shortly after I blocked the owner’s access, a fellow came running over. He apparently is not the person to whom the handicap tag was issued, making use of the tag illegal.
I moved back, letting him get in and drive away.
I will challenge his use of the tag if he parks there again. The fine in my state for first time ticketed is only $150, with subsequent tickets progressively higher, with additional consequences. The person issued the tag can lose the privilege if it’s misused, too.
To doze in the television cubby hole or bird watch in the window in the guest bedroom? Andy decides!
Andy just sat there, watching me till he saw me about to take his photo. Of course, he turned his head!
Andy says he won’t put up with photo-taking today!
Weird! Andy’s sleeping in an odd position, with his head upside down. (I will try to put brief posts together till my laptop’s fixed.)
Andy and I are pooped today, so we’re taking it slowly.
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Whew! I never seem to sleep more than four hours at a time, no matter how tired I am. I took a nap this afternoon, aware it might mean I couldn’t sleep tonight. The way I feel right now, I think that I will sleep just fine. (This was written around 7:20 pm on the 19th.)
Why is it a kitty tummy screams out “Tickle me!” when everyone knows touching a kitty tummy is almost always a risky business!? Yeah, I just tickled Andy’s tummy and Andy gave me the look that I know means my hand will die if I do that again. Of course, I will do it again.
A rompiferous romp of rompers ’round the recliner…and a bit of string.
Andy approves of this 👏 ! Woo hoo, meow!
I won’t reply to comments till I have a laptop again. Using a smartphone to do this is problematic. My typing accuracy is screwed by the small keyboard and potatoes attached to my hand. LOL!
Thank you for sticking around during my period of despair. I was shocked to discover I not only didn’t lose subscribers, I picked up several new people! Thank you all!
I have so much to catch up on. I missed reading your updates as much as I missed continuing the story of a small kitty boy named Andy, the main reason for most of you to follow this blog. (Don’t think I didn’t know that was you reason!)