Patty O'Malley is better; the bumps on his skin are going away. The bumps were the result of scratching and are not ticks like I thought, so hopefully he'll be bug-free for awhile. Mia is very skittish after I gave her the spot-on treatment; she runs away if I lift my arm. Must have scared her, so I will work to restore her trust in me.
No word yet from the people a few blocks over, with cats living under their front porch. Don't want to appear to be stalking, but I do drive or walk by a couple of times a day. Guess you'd say I'm compulsive...? Maybe it's because they are all black and black-and-white, just like Chucky and Angel.
Have a wonderful weekend, all! Some of us have Monday off for Memorial Day, to remember our fallen heroes. It is the tenth anniversary of the passing of my father also, so there is a lot of feelings flying around as we work on the Cat Hotel, pull weeds, and hit the sales at the mall. My father did not like animals, emotions that he never really explained to us. Every one of his children (and most of his grandchildren!) have dogs and cats, however. Chucky and Angel were in utero when he passed; Angel is named for him.
|Will always love you, Puba!|