Yes, I know it's been months. But you can't blame ME. There are only so many hours in a day, you know, and as usual, mine are filled to the hilt. Why, just yesterday I took a seven hour nap, followed by a three course dinner (timothy hay, arugula, banana), and then it was incumbent upon me to clean Kenzie's ears and keep her warm while she took HER seven hour nap. That barely left any time at all to rearrange my blankie or toss my key ring in the water bowl. I am way too over-scheduled for an old bun, if you ask me.
Mom doesn't ask. With her it's all go, go, go. She's been known to callously toss the "L" word my way just as I'm getting comfortable in my burrow box after a morning of wreaking havoc. She's a fine one to talk about LAZY. The woman is the walking definition of the word. She's been known to snore standing up. Her idea of exertion is pushing buttons on the remote. Shameful.
But I digress. I am a senior bun and as such should be treated with dignity. And understanding. I'm not going to be around forever, you know. So when I express my creativity by ripping up carpet under the sofa or shredding Mom's sandal straps, I should be praised, not vilified. It's not easy for a bun with arthritis to squeeze behind the mirror and establish a new litterbox, but somehow I persevere. For which I deserve a hearty "Congratulations!" and a warm hug, not a shriek of horror and the threat of diapers.
Anyway, I will continue to post updates, as often as my feeble paws can manage. But right now it is sunny under the window, and the red winged blackbirds are singing, and the carpet is soooo soft....ZZZZZZZZZZ
