Sick day

By this time on a normal day, Tig would have driven me crazy several times. He’d have yowled to go out on the deck during breakfast and lunch, gone over to bother Gracie, asleep in her box, yowled at me to pay attention to him and start playing, and if I ignored him, take a flying leap at the old canvas shopping bag on the floor and slid halfway across the office. He’d be crunching away on the dry food in the dish or giving me hugs because it was empty and if only he showed me how much he loved me, I would refill it (works every time). And sometimes he would just rub against my legs on his way to a spot in the corner to fall asleep.

But he’s sick. He had a bad reaction to the vaccinations he got yesterday. He barely touched his breakfast (but at least he ate, and managed to keep it down). And though he’s far less hot to the touch today than he was yesterday, he’s not quite back to normal, and he’s been sleeping downstairs all day.

Poor Tig. He’s been in this corner most of last night and today.

It’s so quiet around here without his goofiness. I remember now why I got him in the first place. Gracie’s just too damned boring.