Buster, you are a CRAZY MAKING CAT.
He came in, feet wet and filthy with more than the normal grime, and I decided to clean off his paws before he tracked the schmutz ev’y’where. Without biting or scratching – a masterful demonstration of tension and torsion – he resisted so hard I pulled something and it feels like the last time I had costochondritis. I grabbed the scruff of his neck and said, quietly, “You will do as you are told.” He promptly lay on the floor and let me minister to him, and wipe his feet dry, with no further resistance. Now I feel like I went nine rounds with a baby goat and all of its pointy little hooves, at 4 am, hallelujah.
On his account we bought toddler proofing for the cupboards…
Only half an hour last night. Not sure what happened there. I don’t remember taking the mask off.
400 words yesterday.
I have an interview Monday.
