Am I getting old, or what? I'm only 6, for cryin' out loud!
Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of my Gotcha Day and I sincerely thank those few who came by for passing along Gappy Dotcha Hay wishes (Bless yer pea pickin', furry and non-furry hearts! I love you all!)...
While we have not blogged here for a couple of weeks we have an excuse as we have been looking after Daddy Kiril who had his regular doctor appointment to check on his eyes (He needs to somehow get himself new glasses, but his cancer is still in remission) and doc visits related to getting treatment for a heat rash in a part of his body that a lady cat would rather not mention (the prescribed cream helps, but he knows he somehow needs to get himself more appropriate undies, pants and shirts for the heat and humidity of Houston. All cotton, and light colors, I think)
We will be blogging again, soon, I promise!
I actually did not forget my Gotcha Day, yesterday, it was just that Daddy Kiril was busy on the phone, part of the day, looking for Food Pantries close by where he could get kibble for himself to supplement what little he gets every couple of weeks with what he can from his paycheck.
You see, after paying his rent, utilities, internet, and few other bills he has, he spends what he has left on litter and kibble for us kitties and household supplies, laundry, bus fare and kibble for himself.
Things are very tight, but because he has to pay part of his recent medical appointments they are even tighter this and next month as he catches up
The rest of the day he was blogging (the latest in a series of posts begun on July 1st - A "Sit Spot Challenge") and listening to his favorite talk shows, keeping up with the news (Our purrs and purrayers to the police officers who lost their lives last week and and were hurt and are recovering, as well as to the cats and dogs who may have lost their human).
So, because he was online all day, I caught up on my Beauty Sleep.