In case you haven’t noticed, Mom and I have not been doing a good job of making my posts on time. I have a lot to say, but she hasn’t been home long enough to even think about writing. She, Miko, Missy and I have gotten in some snuggle time, but only once we all settle into bed. Dad is still in the hospital. We thought he was doing better and would be transferred to a hospital closer to home. That all changed. Tuesday night he suffered another stroke. This was another of the mild ones by his standards. The infection also came back with a vengeance. His answer to those things is to go into a deep sleep where even Mom can’t wake him up. I know that scares her. Yesterday, however, he was awake, and even walked down the hall with Physical Therapy. Mom said his face is still drooping, making it hard to understand what he says. I have never understood how she did that anyway. He and I have always communicated by gesture. He knew when to pick me up so I could kiss his ear. He also knew when to put me down. What more does he need to say?

Mom trusted that he would be okay. She came home to finish putting in the new storm door. It isn’t perfect, but she explained that she thinks the door frame was put in on an angle when that part of the house wasn’t level. The two small windows beside that door are also slightly angled. I think the new door looks great. She hopes it will help reduce one of the many drafts we have in this old house. Do you like it? I guess she has lots of jobs right now. Maybe I need to be more patient with her.

I’ll admit that at times I’m not a perfect cat. Although I try hard to maintain my laid back attitude, I’m sometimes angry, demanding or jealous. Mom understands when I’m demanding. I want to have her hold me when I want to be held. In fact I rarely object when she picks me up. I don’t get jealous when she picks up Miko because that is usually to remove her from all of the places she shouldn’t be like the stove or counter when Mom is making coffee. 99% of my anger has been at Miko as well after she tries her ninja attacks when I’m taking a nap. She is a kitten and will grow out of those attacks. That will just leave me with my jealous bad trait to work on.

As most of you already know, my dad has been in the hospital for 3 weeks. That is a really long time. He was home for 3 days after the first week, but he was too sick to really notice me. I did get to give him a few kisses, but that seems like forever. Yesterday, on my normal posting day, Mom took Missy to the hospital to see Dad. She explained that dogs were allowed, but not cats. I don’t think that is fair, but I’m stuck with it. Missy didn’t want to share details about getting to see him. She just gave her silly smile and danced around rather than talking about it. She makes me both jealous and angry. There are reasons people say that dogs drool and cats rule! Mom, however, took pictures so I can share with you. Dad looks tired, but I am happy he got to pet her. Maybe if I work hard on being a dog-cat, Mom will be able to take me. Better yet, maybe he will be home soon.