Little Ralphie Bean has a cold. Or something similar to a cold at any rate. He woke up this morning, but didn't bound out of his kennel to eat, nor did he purr. He DID, however, have some goopy stuff coming out of his nose. Poor baby!
I warmed him up a little bowl of chicken broth, leftovers from the dogs' breakfast. (Did I mention all my animals are spoiled rotten?) I added just a pinch of Vitamin C. He ate most of it, then decided to crawl up my chest and perch on my shoulder. Problem with that was the fact that I was getting ready to get into the shower, thus....had nothing on but a smile. Which soon turned into a grimace as Ralphie's back claws sunk into my neck. Ah well, it will heal.
Ralphie began to purr as we cuddled together waiting for Brien to come back from feeding the horses. He comes to get the dog food (after it's warmed in the microwave of course!), then I go get Bosco and Dixie out of their kennels. It was so nice sitting with Ralphie though, that I didn't want to get up!
One of my other babies didn't look too good at all this morning. She lives out in the "cat house". No - no women of ill-repute back there, just a bunch of party animals! She's at least 15 years old, probably closer to 16 1/2, but still.....I hate seeing them get old and I hate even worse, seeing them die. I've already lost 3 this year - that should be my quota!
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