Cleo, the Rascal.
She's so funny.
I have to give some of Cleo's Meds with a syringe.
One she likes the other, while it is flavored, is still bitter.
She tends to take it OK in evening and hate it in the morning.
She bubbles it out, so she has a hanging walrus of a mustache
and this morning she shook her head, like cats do,
rocking back and forth...flinging the wet bubbled medicine
everywhere, at once... all over the floor and
even so far for it to land in Mr Husband's cereal
(what a waste of good cheerios).
It was really funny. Impressively so!
So Lysol wipes to clean up after my naughty Cleo
what how still got her wet cat food treat after so she continues
to associate unpleasant with a treat.
That and I want her to eat more so that she will gain weight. :)
We are still having work on our road.
It's taking forever.
Cleo no longer sits by the window, the noise bothers her.
Well, we have made it!
Today is the last day of Great Lent.
This day is a full one for me.
I had some anxiety to fight through
RE: the state of our confused world.
But I know that the best thing I can do,
when I get anxious, is to seek to redirect my thoughts,
to get more calm, do something with my hands
and pray until I am peaceful.
It's hard. I find it is a constant effort to
rebalance myself inwardly, but with Christ's help,
it is possible.
I got Cleo a new liquid med for her antibiotic.
Thankfully it is in the 'flavour' - Salmon Steak believe it or not - that she
It's still hard to give her all the meds, she really dislikes it.
We are both feeling that we don't know how we can do this
med-giving more than 1 month.
The plan is to recheck her blood work after a month is past....
It's one of those last minute everything is happening days.
Sending out Sunday School lesson, cleaning, errands via Cleo...
Church tonight, cat sitter coming,
It was wonderful to see the tulips by our local church, so beautiful.
I am finding myself remembering last year's Holy Week and Pre-Holy Week
Weekend.... we celebrated a mile-stone birthday for Mr Husband,
the Munchkin served the first time in the Altar on Holy Thursday,
and the Munchkin's father, my husband's godson, died the next day, Holy Friday, unexpectedly.
So understandably, I am remembering it all and trying to pray through it.
We are seeing DV our beloved Munchkin a lot this week and hope to
make some continued good memories for him at church and to give
some happier memories too.
It's going to be a very intense week.
No idea how much I will be able to blog.
Mr. Husband and I are still recovering from the flu;
my beloved is still quite weak, not his full self yet.
I am seeing how I have to pace myself too.
May God have mercy on us and
carry us to His Holy Pascha!