The Howler, as you know is at Grandma's House this week.
We did not get permission from Large Marge for her to go.
The cat has gone from weird to depressed.
She goes outside, she comes inside. She goes outside. She comes inside. She is currently laying around, looking more like a bloated groundhog splatted roadside. She isn't even whining to be fed. She's not nagging. She's not following us around. She's not begging from the supper table.
She's not herself.
Kevin tried to pet her last night, and she acted like he was trying to squeeze the life out of her. She then followed him, from Kitchen to Livingroom, growling. If he stopped moving, her claws made for his feet. A blood letting to ease her pain, I assume.
Tonight, I think we need to have the Howler talk to her over the phone.
Honestly--that cat is pathetic.
We did not get permission from Large Marge for her to go.
The cat has gone from weird to depressed.
She goes outside, she comes inside. She goes outside. She comes inside. She is currently laying around, looking more like a bloated groundhog splatted roadside. She isn't even whining to be fed. She's not nagging. She's not following us around. She's not begging from the supper table.
She's not herself.
Kevin tried to pet her last night, and she acted like he was trying to squeeze the life out of her. She then followed him, from Kitchen to Livingroom, growling. If he stopped moving, her claws made for his feet. A blood letting to ease her pain, I assume.
Tonight, I think we need to have the Howler talk to her over the phone.
Honestly--that cat is pathetic.
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