Wednesday, September 17, 2014
My Crew of Cat Therapists
We may not have much of a pond here at Frogpond Acres (actually, we no longer have any pond at all), but we sure do grow pretty cats. This is Multi-Pass. She's a princess. Of course.
OK, maybe "pretty" isn't the word I'm looking for in Poom's case. His coat was so matted and stuck together with burrs that we had him shaved (under anesthesia) at the vet's. He came home looking like a Dr. Seuss creature. Or, more exactly, a Dr. Seuss creature with a saggy belly. Never mind -- he has a magnificent pom-pom tail.
And here's Arby, my schmoo-boy fast asleep on my purse. The guy is 16 years old, but still falls asleep like a baby kitten. I love that about him.
School careens along in its usual roller coaster way -- happy, exciting times in the classroom but also plenty of drama and angst amongst the grownups. At the end of most days, I'm emotionally exhausted. Coming home to these guys is exactly the strong furry medicine I need to get back to my happy place.