Who-da-thunk? Sleeping Next To Wee Kitty

Monday, September 19, 2005
1:58 AM

I can feel a big difference when I take the medication. I’d forgotten that I feel better when I take it. I’m pleased to be able to tell the therapist that I’ve taken meds every night since our last appointment. That makes me smile because I now have a reason to take the stuff. I feel better! Who-da-thunk?I’m working on getting a business off the ground. People keep telling me that I’m resourceful so I thought I’d use those resource skills to make some mullah. I now have to design my page and keep my fingers crossed.

I’m not sure if I want to talk about the old place tomorrow or not. I guess it depends on how well I’m doing tomorrow.

Ah, it has been wonderful having Wee Kitten Hobbes to sleep next to. I love my boy Cappy but he’s just too big to sleep next to and he breathes like a man, farts like a man and kicks like a kid. He’s awful to sleep next to. Wee is small with huge flatulent flames but…she’s small and sleeps really close to me. I like waking up to her next to me all curled up and what not. Sometimes she wakes me up by putting her little paws on my eye and patting me like, “Mom, are you awake?” It’s too sweet. I did learn that when you bring home an abandoned kitten you never fall asleep with that hungry kitty on your chest because she WILL go looking for milk. That was a painful lesson. So, I’m going to take myself to bed with the Austin Gang and get some sleep before my 3pm appointment. Oh, and since I’ve been taking medication I’ve been averaging 8 hours a night. Who-da-thunk?

Aussie