I think my nursing days are more or less over. Mr. Cat doesn't need any medication anymore, it's just that because three out of four cats think that hissing is the appropriate way of greeting him and he is too weak to defend himself if they should choose to attack him, I have to be around and pay attention whenever I let him out of my roommate's bedroom. I think he thinks that he died and was reborn as a puppy. That would explain all his excitement, the falling and slipping, the climbing on my lap and the licking of my face.
In other news, whenever I try to sit out on the porch and read a paper while drinking tea, there's a sign out saying in bug-language "All-you-can-eat-buffee now open". But I got them with my tropical strength moscito-repellent that I bought in Australia. Take that, buggers! - Umm, I mean bugs.
