A-bed

Don't think there are visions of sugar plumbs dancing in my head. Maybe sugar squirrels.

I have taken a long break from my writing. I have been so busy organizing my Person's life and making sure she gets out on walks, keeping the ever-errant Ollie in line and most lately, supervising work crews who are transforming our little house by the river into a little house by the river with a modern heating system and slightly more room for cat-swinging. But only slightly more.

The days have flown by, the seasons change. The bright green grass is still bright green but it is deep beneath a layer of Finn-colored leaves (someone forgot to rake) and a deeper layer of cold, white snow.

And I am deep beneath a layer of blankets. This week I sustained an injury and my Person had to drive me to my wacky Vet in a slippery snow storm. It seems I was guarding the house against mail carriers and UPS drivers too vigorously and now I have a bulging disc in my neck.

During my recuperation my Person is responsible for providing soothing neck rubs and hot compresses, and she needs to get on the stick because my neck is a bit cold right now. She made me a little neck warmer by putting some dry rice in a sock and microwaving it. I love how it feels and might try to snack on it when I get better. She also has been giving me tiny pills stuck in peanut butter globs. I love taking peanut butter medicine!

Well, don't mumble out loud while you are reading. Some of us need to rest now.