Taking Care of Mommy...

So... here we have little kitty (squeak, squeakers, squeaky) checking to make certain there wasn't too much light for me...

Doesn't get any better than that..

Her big sister (and you will notice from the picture that little kitty isn't so little anymore) is now named Cleopatra (or Cleo for short) kept me as warm as she could.

Actually, they thought I was terribly boring.


Thanks for the good wishes. I really hope not to go through anything like that again. The closest experience to which I can compare goes back to the many many many years of the worst feminine troubles (ahem) ever.

I think my body is pissed at me for not taking better care of it all these years...

not an unfair decision on its' part.

but my kitties don't care (neener neener)!



What is unfortunate about this illness (other than the obvious) is that it hit the day that everyone came together for lunch in Hollywood... Rskoo and the Shriek and Sunday's Child and Bonho and Dusty and me... I love these girls and I felt like hell...

I came home and went to bed that day and was there for the next 10 days or so...

I don't think I was very good company...

sigh..

But it was good to see them all...