What Mom doesn’t know.
She really doesn’t know how Beaglie is doing.
Sometimes he seems better, ever so much better.
Then sometimes not.
Last night Mom sat up with Boomie from mid-night to two in the morning. Then she came back to bed and petted and petted and petted me.
I purred lots for Mom.
Sometimes Mom needs comforting also.
Then in the morning Boomer seemed like his old self.
But getting up he hurt his leg.
So now Boomer is on ¼ dose of Prednisone to help the pain and inflammation in his body.
It’s cold here!
The Canadian Geese are back…Early.
Mom, Boomer, Dad, and I all think we are heading toward a very hard wet winter.
Although, by Saturday we are going to be in the high 80’s again. But the lows are what count this time of year….in the low 40’s, they say.
I still like to go out and hunt and protect the farmyard from other cats and mice—mice are yummy, pretty damaging. I see it as my ‘job’ to take care of mice. No one takes care of mice like I do!
Anyway, maybe Boomer will feel like going back on the farm with Mom and Dad.
I guess only time will tell.
So, while Mom sets and pets on Boomer, I sit with Mom and comfort her.
What Mom Doesn’t Know?
Mom says—‘when in comes to Boomer-she just doesn’t know.’
P.S. All the photos of Boomer were taken last week before he got really sick and the weather turned bad.