Last night I returned from a week out of town. I took a week off work for Family Medical Leave, so I could care for my mother, who is recovering from knee replacement surgery. She had her left knee done three years ago, and I took a week off then to help her. At that time, she developed a blood clot, which is serious business. This time she was prescribed injections of Lovenox so that wouldn't happen again. I had to give her daily injections into her abdomen. People, there is a reason why I am a social worker and not a nurse. I had never given an injection before in my life. I was a little apprehensive, but it was easier than I thought. Okay, I can be a nurse now!
Truth be told, it was easy work and a relaxing vacation for me. Mom isn't very demanding and she is easy to get along with. My work consisted of food shopping, meal preparation, dishwashing, laundry, medication administration, vacuuming, bringing in the mail, and being a general go-fer. I took plenty of knit and crochet projects, and I worked on a few things, but not as many as I would have liked. I think the main problem was back support, because I missed my sofa recliner. Mom has a computer and Internet, so I was able to read email and surf the Web. My sister stayed with her the weekend before I got there, and she took over when I left Friday evening. I took Mom to her follow up appointment with her orthopedic surgeon on Friday, and she wasn't aware that they were going to take out her many staples. I had to leave the room, because I cannot stand to see a loved one in pain. When I left for home, she was doing fairly well, getting around with her walker. She does have to take pain medication, though.
Mom has four cats, although I never saw her newest cat, a previous feral stray she named Clementine. Clementine remained under my bed in the guest room for the entire five-day period I was there. In the top photo, clockwise from the top, there is Moo, Lucy, and Lady. Moo took a shine to me right away, as she is a sweet, friendly female. I found out that Moo had been found when she was a kitten by my niece, who kept her at my sister's house. My sister's other cat, a male named Junior, didn't get along with Moo. When my sister put her home on the market to sell, she brought her cats to my mother's home temporarily. Junior is back at home, but Moo stayed. The other cats are older and more sedate, and my mother doesn't really need a playful two-year-old kitty jumping around on her knee. So I offered to take Moo home with me. I cleared it with my sister, and she approved my adoption, so Moo came home with me last night. Our other two cats, Muffin and Zeus, are getting used to her. I think they will all get along just fine. Moo just wants to be everyone's friend. She isn't hiding like Zeus did when he came here....maybe because she slept on my bed and hung out with me for five days.
My husband Joe said, "Are we becoming crazy cat people?" I don't know, but I think three cats are our limit. We spoil them rotten and give them lots of love. Moo has big round eyes and she always crosses her front paws like that. Tonight after dinner we went to Petco for kitty treats and new toys. There's never a dull moment in the Cat Lair!
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