Mortar and Pestle. And Litter Box
Jerry left town Thursday morning. He was gone away before, but this is the first time I did all the kitty chores myself. Since the last time he was away we added two cats to the household: Omar and Tillie Flambe. Omar's name at the shelter was Blueberry Pancake; Tillie's name was Flambe. Omar was named after a character from the Wire, and I love the name Tillie, and I made her shelter name her last name. Both arrived way too skinny, Omar frighteningly so. We took him to our vet and it seems this 15-year-old tiny boy is in late-stage heart disease. He was prescribed three pills he gets twice a day. Since my accident Jerry has been in charge of all things cat. And his last couple of trips I got help. But I felt like I was really ready to take it all on. We did a trial run before Jerry left and I felt pretty confident. First thing in the morning I grind Omar's meds in the mortal and pestle and then find something yummy to mix them into. One day Churu, the next day Icela...