Yesterday one them decided to torture us with the vacuum. Thank god they are slobs and this rarely happens but when it does, it is terrible. All four of us hate the vacuum. It totally disrupts our tranquil mornings. We were trying to come up with a way to take out the vacuum so it would never happen again when she decided to appease us and fill our food bowl. While she was tying up the food, her back went out. At first we were very concerned because she was moaning and crying (George almost started to panic at the possibility that she might not be able to feed us). As the day went on, we realized that though she might be paralyzed with pain, this is not such a bad thing. She has to sit still in the comfy chair with a heating pad. Since he's the youngest and lightest we decided to let Dudley take the first watch of taking care of her by keeping her lap warm.
2 years ago