Scout hasn’t wanted to sleep there since we brought the new kittens home, but Sam has been happy to take over her spot. We’ve got two beds now so Scout will have one available if she wants. Emma has been positively indifferent to them so far so we probably won’t need one for her.
Emma had a scheduled visit to the vet today for shots which she didn’t end up getting. We had noticed some bumps under her fur so they shaved the area and are going to run some tests to see what might be causing them.
In the meantime, Emma gets an ointment rubbed into the area, antibiotics, and this lovely bib. Scout, who still has one more week of antibiotics her own self, came over to commiserate. Emma may not look too thrilled to have her moment of indignity posted to the web, but she joins some mighty fine company.
She did manage to get out of it earlier tonight, I heard a loud thump in the litter box room, then Emma came running out sans bib and I found the bib rubbed into some fresh droppings in the litter box.
She knows how to make a point, I’ll give her that.
I have two kittens curled up and sleeping a few feet away from me, looking as cute and cuddly as can be. For the past hour, I have resisted the urge to wake them up by giving them belly rubs.
That is the very definition of restraint.
There are probably better ways to spend my money, but since I turn 40 this year, I don’t think I’m going to be able to resist buying this song from the iTunes Store.
That Ingrid DuMosch is a genius.