It’s called the empty nest syndrome, but it isn’t empty because I’ve got my whole colony with me…
The boss himself.
Indy, Cow and Bobby.
That’s Cleo up on the shelf.
Pole – she eats at odd times.
Tiger
Baggy seems to like this Clubhouse shelf a lot. Maybe she likes the scent of the white flowers.
My daughter, Ming-Yi bought these new toys for the cats. The mice have catnip in them and so does the caterpillar (but only in the head).
It’s for me?
Cherish all we have.
I actually already have my hands full with my brood. It’s not about numbers, but it is about how much we can handle and the resources, time and energy that we can spare for our animals.
Bobby is blind and constantly have loose stools. His stomach is extremely sensitive and so far, home-cooked food works for him.
Indy is a kidney-suspect case and every once in a while, he gets that mysterious limping problem and he won’t feel well. During such days, he sleeps all day. I’m giving him long-term methycobal to see if it would help, plus the acupuncture sessions.
Bunny and Tiger are both FIV-positive, but are currently non-symptomatic, so I count my blessings daily.
Pole, Cleo, Tabs and Baggy are okay so far.
And course, Cow is Cow!
Nine is as many as I can handle now.
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3 responses to “So, it’s back to us now…”
Yea…As much as we try to help others, we must always remember those that are already here. It won’t be fair to them if we suddenly change our ways with them because there is someone new. It’s something i constantly remind myself…
9 cats and Bobby! That’s one whole brood to handle …:) I am never tired of looking at pictures of your cute, cuddly and lovely cats. These contented felines are the results of your labour of love!
8 cats and one Bobby!