Granny is out of the hospital and in a transitional care place, where they’re making her strong again so she can go home. MA still goes to see her every day, but she isn’t gone as long and spends more time with us.
Pop sort of got used to us when he was alone with us so much. Now that MA is back feeding us and cleaning our litter boxes, he likes us pretty well.
I got in bad trouble, but not as bad as I was afraid of, and Pop agreed it wasn’t my fault. MA accidentally locked me up here instead of in the basement overnight! I sure got hungry, but I didn’t like to complain. I had to piddle, of course. I couldn’t help it. I picked two places and used those. One of them was the tiles in front of the fireplace and the other one was next to the radio speakers.
Pop was pretty mad, but MA understood and explained it to him: The tiles have wood chips on them from the fires Pop builds in the fireplace and the speaker has a plant on top that drops leaves onto the rug. Those two places were as close to Outside as I could find up here. So Pop agreed I’m pretty smart and that I tried to be good.
Amidala missed me when she was downstairs and I was upstairs! She stuck her nose in my ear and everything!
Now if the places the vet shaved to test my blood for hyperthyroids would just grow back, everything would be perfect.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What would it take for your life to be perfect?