2009/07/05 Sunday

Milo's new thing is to protect me constantly from the printer. Most times, if he is not in the shower stall awaiting my next shower episode, he is laying in front of the printer so he can protect me from this monster. He just goes beserk at the sound of the printer and will awaken from a sound sleep if he hears any sound from it. I just don't know what I would do without him and don't even remember what I did before him. Poor old Gray comes out every now and then asking for some attention and I am laying it on thick every chance I get. I think this encourages him to come out of hiding more and he needs to. I am giving him cat glucosamine for arthritis but he still seems to dread jumping up on things or down off things. I want him to have as good a life as I can give him as he was my mother's cat and she hand fed him from a tiny little thing (after someone abandoned him on her carport before he was old enough to be weaned). I tell him that makes him special for sure and he purrs and purrs over my foolish talk. Does my heart good. I am going to have to get a few Grayson pictures during his forays into the open parts of the house. He is quite a handsome guy himself and deserves to have a few photos as well.