Two weeks ago, I recount that one time Algie went back to the vet. After which he started lying around like he was going to die. We spent an entire day saying goodbye. And it turned out that all he had was a fricking fever.
Jules: “Al, it’s gorgeous today. You want to go outside?”
Algie: “Meh.”
Jules: “You want to play?”
Algie: “Meh.”
Jules: “You want to go to the vet?”
Algie: “…meh.” [click for full article]
Last week in the Covington/Maple Valley Reporter, Algie starts peeing. ON EVERYTHING. And I officially become the crazy cat lady who has written about her pet to the point of blurring the line to mommy-blog zone.
Algie: “Hey. Check out this laundry. In the laundry room. Waiting to be laundered.”
Jules: “Whatcha doing, kitty?”
Algie: “Something I’ve never done. In. My. Entire. Life. Hmm-hmm-hmmm…”
Jules: “KITTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?” [click for full article]
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