This weather has been mighty strange lately. This week it hit 60 degrees. In February. In winter. Tomorrow it is supposed to snow.
This kind of weather can be brutal on your joints when you reach a certain age. Like 37. So I could really use a massage. But unfortunately, a massage isn’t in the budget this week. So I had to think outside the box.
And outside that box was Riley. Our youngest cat. In all his farty, water bowl dumping glory.
Things started out well, he jumped on my back and walked up and down my sore muscles. Melting away the pain. Then, things uh, took a turn. And now I need a bit of advice……
Does anybody know how to get an ambivalent, farty cat off your back??
If I can figure this out, I’ll blog again on Monday. Wish me luck! 😛