Marilyn and Sheldon
Member Since 2014
yesterday
Recap 8/30
261 AMPS
173 +5
173 +9
214 PMPS
249 +2
265 +4
Slept through the PM+8 test. Doubt that it would matter since she was on a steady this-dose-isn't-working climb last night. I probably could have held the 9.5 another cycle, but her blues lately have been few and high. So Miss Fuffy Pants got her dosecrease this am after only six cycles. I just want to keep ahead of the game if I can.
Picky eating day in the neighborhood this morning. Odd cats. They look at their plates, eat a little. Walk away. Go to another cat's plate (holding food from the same can) and eat a little of that. Move on to another's. Sometimes, I even have to move Polly's entree from one side of the vanity counter to the other to trick her into eating more; ooooh boy, she thinks. a different plate. Gobble, gobble. After her shot, even if she still has a little food left on her plate, she'll come out of the bathroom and head straightway to Boomer's plate and nosh a bit and then clean off any remains on Rowsie's plate. Of course, Boomer and Rowsie rush to the bathroom eat Polly's leftovers. It's a three-plate circus.
Now, the dog. Well, I'm sure he'd eat cut up cardboard dropped in his food bowl! This morning he inhaled half a baked potato brought home from last night's dinner out. He's so low maintenance. (Well, except for the medicine, the walks, the runs in the desert, the trips to the reservoir for swimming and stick chasing, the overnight let-outs for bathroom breaks, the barking at everything that even thinks about going past the house on the street....)
Vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly
Recap 8/30
261 AMPS
173 +5
173 +9
214 PMPS
249 +2
265 +4
Slept through the PM+8 test. Doubt that it would matter since she was on a steady this-dose-isn't-working climb last night. I probably could have held the 9.5 another cycle, but her blues lately have been few and high. So Miss Fuffy Pants got her dosecrease this am after only six cycles. I just want to keep ahead of the game if I can.
Picky eating day in the neighborhood this morning. Odd cats. They look at their plates, eat a little. Walk away. Go to another cat's plate (holding food from the same can) and eat a little of that. Move on to another's. Sometimes, I even have to move Polly's entree from one side of the vanity counter to the other to trick her into eating more; ooooh boy, she thinks. a different plate. Gobble, gobble. After her shot, even if she still has a little food left on her plate, she'll come out of the bathroom and head straightway to Boomer's plate and nosh a bit and then clean off any remains on Rowsie's plate. Of course, Boomer and Rowsie rush to the bathroom eat Polly's leftovers. It's a three-plate circus.
Now, the dog. Well, I'm sure he'd eat cut up cardboard dropped in his food bowl! This morning he inhaled half a baked potato brought home from last night's dinner out. He's so low maintenance. (Well, except for the medicine, the walks, the runs in the desert, the trips to the reservoir for swimming and stick chasing, the overnight let-outs for bathroom breaks, the barking at everything that even thinks about going past the house on the street....)
Vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly
