I can’t believe how quickly the kittens have learned not to bite and scratch while playing. It only took a couple of days for them to get the idea, and a couple more for them to figure out that they can play with claws and teeth, as long as they are gentle. Even with all her claws out, Polly didn’t leave a single scratch on me. Good kitties!
To me, that stands for Terms of Service, but in this case, it’s Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. I had another appointment with a vascular surgeon today, to be evaluated for TOS. He said it’s not always easy to tell for sure whether or not you have it, as there’s no single, definitive test for it. He thinks I may have it, though, so he’s sending me to physical therapy. It won’t hurt, and it might help.
My first PT appointment is this Friday. Good times!
(And this is why I haven’t been doing much painting or doodling. I can’t, because after just a few minutes of writing/drawing/painting, my hand goes numb.)
I love the orange tabby patches on Henry’s back legs. The one on the other side is even bigger.
They like to sleep, curled up together, under an old wooden stool, under my desk. The stool has been used as a cat scratching post for years, a tradition started by Ms. Lea’s Isis and later carried on by Pandora and the rest of my cats. I think it’s funny that the kittens have adopted it as their own.
red paper boat 