It's been a rough month for mom. She got sick on the 2nd and is only now getting back into life. She didn't do a whole lot around the house even though she's been on a cleaning kick since reading a book about tidying up your life. It gets kind of scary when she's determined to clean. Is she going to clean us, too?
At the end of July, she finished the last drawer in her dresser. I had to examine the space, you know.
It was perfectly Pilchard sized.
Mom left the drawer open so I could sleep there, if I wanted. Of course, if she's going to take my picture, I don't want to sleep there.
Then, she cleaned out some boxes which she gave to me to examine.
UGH! This is half a size too small. I simply can't lie down in it.
But most of this month has been giving mom cat scans.
She plops down into the recliner, puts up her feet and I join her. She says a purring cat makes being sick not quite so yucky. Just doin' ma job here.
On second thought, maybe this box isn't so bad. I figured it out overnight.