I don’t know what’s gotten into the cat brothers today, but they are driving me nuts!
Andy chasing Dougy; Dougy chasing Andy. Random thumps and crashes. Somebody’s climbing the screen in the dining room! A sound like Cain murdering Abel; another like the ghost of Abel murdering Cain!
GEEZ! Cut it out, boys! Someone will get hurt! [Dougy calmly walks by with a tuft of Andy fur in his mouth…!]
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Finally, we settled down, though Andy’s sneaking around, either looking for trouble or trying to spot it before it finds him. Now, he’s resting near me, a neutral spot both use when trying to make best use of this monster they live with.
The monster they live with.
I may be old, but I DO have a purpose!
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My late mother was a teacher. She noted children were most wound up on days a cold front rolled it. Yep! Guess what’s happened here today. (I just answered my question about what’s gotten into them, too. Neat.)
The rainbow behind this cloud is that Andy, the sick one with the heart murmur and the daily dose of medicine, ran like the wind, kept up with his brother Dougy, and was none the worse for it.
He has a veterinarian’s appointment in May to evaluate how he’s doing, but my unofficial evaluation is he’s doing quite well indeed!