Yawning

The last several days have been busy.  Rob hurt his back again while bringing in firewood.  He spent most of the weekend curled up on the couch with the heating pad.  I felt bad that he was so miserable and moving around like an 80 year old man.  I didn’t sleep well all weekend and kept waking up on Saturday.  The one day I have to sleep in and I was awake at 7am!

One positive thing in all of this?  I learned how to do Tuck’s meds.  Tuck has always had this “I barely tolerate you” thing with me, especially when I would visit Orlando.  But now, Tuck thinks I’m pretty fun.  Who knew?  Maybe he’s got bigger fish to fry with the dog around but right now, he hasn’t hissed, scratched or given me his attitudinal tail swish.  With Rob not able to get down on the floor, I had to do the meds.  I spent the better part of October and November slightly freaked out at the prospect of giving that cat medication.  Rob kept assuring me it was easy, Tuck cooperated, etc.  Yeah, I always thought, that cat worships the ground you walk on.  I am the interloper.  But Tuck did cooperate, didn’t scratch me and yeah, it was easy.  I guess it helps that he’s done medication 2 times a day for 3 years.  He’s a pro. 

The love-hate relationship between the cats and Samson continues.  I think Sam has been a bit neglected the last week or so.  He’s definitely feeling a loss of his place as the number one guy in the house.  Tuck hisses at him daily, Ruca disappears when he comes within 10 feet of her and the whole office being a cat sanctuary?  Yeah, he’s not having that.  At least he’s not being destructo dog.