Kitties! Woofies! I'm being a pill. Picky she calls it when she's not calling me a pill. I resemble that!
I lay down and press my warm furred back into her chesticles, purr like a buzz saw and then, spring up like my tail was pulled! I go away, come back with toy # 1. Spring into bed, fall down against her. Fool her into thinking I'm staying and wham! Up like a balloon and gone. Toy # 2 is announced with much stateliness on my return. Up onto the bed. Several trips around her head, a few pulls of the pony tail, perhaps a munch and a few biscuits made in the night and plop. Back down. By that time she has fallen asleep so I go to my side of the bed. I'm over coddling her now she is back from her trip.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it. No idea what HER problem is.
Oh! One thing I know. I was reading her texts a week ago and she has texted my Vet Tech Tiffany and asked that she arrange a date for me to have a DENTAL! She asked Tiff to because I like Tiff and I may not scream quite as much at first if see there AND she will see to it that I don't get the long lasting anesthesia. I don't know its name but it starts with a P. I won't be worth a dime when I come home, no, but at least I should not be staggering around too badly I hope. And Tiff can arrange it for when she is there. Kitties, I have to say I need a dental really badly. It's gone from questionable yellowing to real yellowing back at the molars. Mom and I dread it but it has to be done. I'll have an EKG and a pre surgical blood test too.
See the Bunny pawty I crashed? They set a great table. Eats were good too.