Hey guys!
I don't know where to start with this post, so you will have to forgive whatever I do wrong. Isn't that interesting that we can apologize in advance of an act. So rather than actually avoid any behavior that would be improper, i have just given myself license for carte blanche for behavior. But I digress, I was planning on talking about a different subject entirely. Today, after saying goodbye to my sister and her girls and after an unexpected nap, I took one of the male cats, Frosty, to the vet. After a pretty regular office visit, I was overloaded as usual. After all, with each visit to the vet comes the maintenance regimen: anti flea, anti parasite, anti heartworm and the anti diarrheatic that the cat went in to get plus the bottle of water I was carrying to prevent dehydration in the 100 degree day and an 8 pound cat wiggling about made trying to pay the astronomical vet bill a bit impossible.. So, i handed Frosty to my brother and returned inside to pay the bill. When i came out, my brother was in the car nursing a few new scratches. He laughingly said that he had discovered that the cat still had his claws. As I climbed into the car and watched Frosty go from spitting and scratching to a docile cat curled in my lap, I realized that somewhere in the past ten years I went from a student to a mom—and not just a mom of kids, but a mom of cats and dogs too. Think about it—how many living things are you mom too? Me? Well I am still counting...
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