Wake up Call
Charlie’s recovery from surgery is going much better than I expected. In fact, if it wasn’t for two small incisions in his backside, you wouldn’t know he’d been to the vet.
He’s under doctors order not to exercise too much. (Don’t you wish your doctor would give you an order like that) But little Chuck has other ideas. He has his favourite toys and loves to play with them. He’ll pick the one up and throw it to himself for hours. It’s been difficult to keep him from running around too much.
You wouldn’t think having a happy, healthy, well adjusted kitty would be a problem. But for the past week, Charlie had decided that 4:30 a.m. is his favourite time to play. He’ll grab his favourite toys, (all of which have bells or make some kind of noise) bring them into my room and entertain himself. If I put the toys away before I go to bed, Charlie makes do by pouncing on my feet.
Despite the bags under my eyes, I still think adopting Charlie was a good decision. He’s cute and keeps Aldo company. Also, if I’m on a date and I need an “out” I just talk about my two “boys” and he usually asks for the check within 30 minutes.