Today my dad lifted me off Momma’s lap to put on his own lap. Then he wouldn’t let me crawl back on Momma. How was she to know when I was hungry if he would not let me on her lap? How was she to pet me and tell me I was a pretty girl? I was ever so worried.
Momma knew anyway. I am very happy about that. I would hate to have her think that I did not adore her.
I am happy to report that all my purring for her was helpful. She does have shingles but they seem to be on the way out and there is no corneal involvement which is good because she had them very close to the eye. I am happy about that. I am sure it is because I looked at her with my beautiful big eyes a whole lot.