Happy Friday! Unfortunately, it’s been a rough week here for Mr. Harley. He hasn’t been eating well (he’s been on an appetite stimulant for a couple of years). So, a trip to the vet was in order yesterday. His white blood cell count was really high, so we’re treating him for an infection for now, and we’ll do a recheck next week. He’s currently on several meds (long-term) and now we’ve added a couple more until next week. He’s a champ, though, and everyone knows he’s still the senior cat in charge.
We hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!
Harley: Excuse me, I’d like to file a complaint.
Mama: I’m listening.
Harley: It’s really rude of you to keep taking me to the vet. I don’t appreciate it and it’s really rude.
Mama: You said it’s really rude twice.
Harley: To drive my point home.
Mama: Got it. Anything else?
Harley: I don’t think you’re taking me seriously. Can I speak to the manager?
Mama: I don’t have a manager.
Harley: ∗scoffs∗ You live with 5 cats. You most definitely have a manager.
The Week in Photos
Harley settled in after speaking to the manager.
Olive yelled at me for having to listen to Harley complain. She said if I were a good employee then Harley wouldn’t need to speak to the manager.
Woodrow asked for a nose boop.
Dexter smelled Sophie’s feet.
Sophie wondered why Dexter kicked her out of the cat bed.
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boooop boooop dear woodrow... and we have all paws and fingers crossed for you Harley... we hope for good news next week ;O)
Harley you are one tough cookie (well.....maybe not cookie but you know what we mean)! We hope you recover from your infection QUICKLY because I'm sure you would rather be in charge of the gang there than having Olive as "manager".....!! POTP on the way.
Hugs, Teddy (and Mom)
We love you Harley
Hugs for Harley!
Purring for Harley, and for Harley's manager Olive.
Sophie, Da Boyz put their feets in each other's faces every day, so don't worry about Dexter.
Woodrow is a doll.
Be a good Harley and take your meds! ❤️
Boop!.. for Woodrow's pink nose. Hugs and loves for Mr. Blue Eyes. I bet Sophie's feet smell like Fritos. Maybe Dexter kicked her out of the bed because he doesn't like Fritofeets.
Hugs and Scritches to the Chatty Cats and JR. Associates!
Thank you to the Mama for the Chatty conversations.
Purrs and prayers for Harley!
Harley, you gotta take your medicine whether you want to or not. You won't feel good if you don't!
I hope you are soon feeling better,Harley.