Dad is still in the hospital. Mom said he is getting better, but still not well enough to come home. For two weeks now, Mom leaves as soon as it is daylight, and usually isn’t home until it is dark. When she does get home, she gives all of us a pat, and then she takes Missy out for a walk. I almost feel sorry for the silly dog since she doesn’t have a litter box to use like Miko and I do. Then Mom fixes her dinner and gives us extra treats. After dinner, she walks Missy again before washing dishes or doing laundry. Last night, she sat down at the computer to pay bills and give people updates on Dad. I really wanted to sit on her desk to help, but I don’t think I could do what she needs done. Miko has decided to lay just under the monitor. She likes to watch the letters on the screen as Mom types. I did that when I was younger. Now I’d rather pat people on the TV screen when Mom finally sits down to put her feet up. That never seems to be for very long before she walks Missy again and we all go to bed. Missy, Miko, and I all snuggle close to her because we know she must be missing Dad.

I don’t want to complain, but I miss having both of them here all day long. I normally alternate between Mom and Dad. They pick me up when I ask and let me put my front feet on their left shoulder. Mom has told me that Dad won’t be able to pick me up for a few weeks. She also said that I may use his right shoulder but not the left. That is the side with his new pacemaker, and it has to heal. I know I just want him home. I am sure my kisses and silent purring will make him feel all better. That is my job and I can’t wait to do it again. Tell the doctors.