Cheryl’s looking pretty pleased with herself. A neighbour owed her some money and she got it today! All she did was say that the neighbour couldn’t use the phone any more until the bill was paid. She put her foot down and it worked! Wow!
Today’s been an interesting day all around. Cheryl’s done three loads of laundry and is working on a fourth. It’s a bit of a pain that she won’t let us downstairs, but Ardua keeps wanting to follow her, so Cheryl closes the basement door. Ardua’s fallen down there once already.
Speaking of Ardua, it seems like she’s getting control over one leg and is capable of letting Cheryl know about things like “I want food” and “I have to use the litterbox”. This is a good thing. Now if we could just train Cheryl to know which is which. And get rid of what Cheryl calls “serious diaper rash”. Why she’d call it that, I don’t know. Ardua isn’t wearing diapers. Yet. I have no idea where Cheryl would *find* kitty diapers, but it might be something to consider. In the meantime, we’ll get some baby cream for the rash on poor Ardua’s butt. Hopefully that will work. For now, we’re ‘cautiously optimistic’.
Cheryl says it’s too cold out to be spending time on the porch and I have to agree with her. That wind is chilly. Winter’s coming. That’s not going to stop Cheryl and Petra from going out tonight, though. They have a wedding to go to. Good thing it’s going to be informal, because the only clothes Cheryl’s managed to put through the wash so far have been blue jeans and sweaters. Her ‘good’ clothes are too thin for today and Marie and Gloria are willing to overlook the lack of fancy dress so long as Cheryl and Petra show up. I don’t know how long they’ll stay, to be honest, but the outing will do Cheryl good. She needs to get out more.
How do I know this? Well, Cheryl spends a lot of time on the front porch and on the computer. That seems to be the only two places she goes these days. Not a good thing. Even *I* know that. I don’t like being left alone while Cheryl goes out, but it’s kinda fun being the “Man of the House” while she’s gone. I get to babysit the others, or at least, they let me think that. Smoky and Sari usually just ignore me and Casey does his own thing on the back of the couch where he can’t hurt anyone but the flies.
Well, it’s time to supervise another load of laundry. Talk to you later.