Me? No, I'm still at the point in this crud where each day is worse than the day before. But, little Stella is feeling chipper again after her spaying surgery: when Joan got up this morning, Stella had wriggled her way out of her surgery recovery suit. Considering that it closes down her back with Velcro® and an adjustable neck opening, I have no idea how she could have done that.
Today, Stella is darting all around, playing with a bunch of toys, following Murphy around like an annoying little sister, and climbing both towers like a spider monkey.
She is especially fond of this "racetrack/scratcher"...
There is a ball in that purple part that she can knock around (captive) and the center part is a scratch pad. This one is a "family heirloom" from back in Izzy's time. Izzy, Rufus, Murphy, and now Stella have all played with it. The scratcher part has been replaced many times; we used to be able to buy an exact fit replacement, now we get as close as we can find in size and cut it to fit.
It makes our hearts happy to see her active and playing again.
She engages Murphy in play...
Things will progress until he is getting the better of her, then she will scream, "Mom - he's picking on me!"
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Somebody whose name I won't mention was getting a bit rowdy. Joan decided on this instead of "time out"...
"I didn't do nuthin'." It did slow him down a bunch.
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