Mom's worried that maybe I'm allergic to something. I've been scratching spots of fur off and when she checked, she thought she saw bumps on my skin. I don't have fleas, Mom checked very closely and she gave me a pill for them, just in case. She just doesn't know what's causing it. I sure hope I'm not allergic to cream now, it's my favorite food next to ham.
The guy with gray hair and a beard is home today. He got today and tomorrow off work. I suppose now that he'll keep Mom busy so that she won't have so much time for me today.
Mom thinks I need a new toy of some kind. Something that will keep me interested longer than 10 seconds. I have such a short attention span now in my old age that she just doesn't know what to do. She says all I want to do is sit on her lap and while that's ok while we're watching television in the evening, she just has too many things to do during the day to sit. Why are humans so busy all the time?
My birthday is next week, Mom doesn't have the exact day, but from my Humane Society paperwork, she figures it's sometime around March 10, so she says that's when we'll celebrate it. Did I tell you about her finding the paperwork? She decided to clean out a file and found the original paperwork from the Humane Society when she adopted me nearly 18 years ago. So, now she has a good estimate of my birthday and knows my Gotcha Day. She says we can celebrate BOTH! That's good, I like pawties!