Mercy spent the afternoon crouched as if to spring in the front room, checking out ducks, squirrels. geckos and the odd dog dragging its human on via a leash. Her eyes became saucers and her little head moved back and forth so often I thought she might get dizzy.
She's presently in dreamland, a state I envy since it is after 1 AM. She's started sleeping in her stroller, right next to my bed and very convenient should she desire to push me to feed her courtesy of a flying foot.
I did some chores and read today. Groceries are due Sunday. I'm living on salads, soups and some ready-made items. My cooking gene is in hiding, it seems.
Thanks for the supportive comments. Have a good day.
6 comments:
I bet Mercy claims she's worn out from hunting. Your food choices sound pretty good, even without cooking much.
I have a weird thing about kitty paws. I find them very cute. So of course I love the Mercy photo. Even though cooking isn't something you want to do you are keeping yourself well nourished. That's the important thing.
OMG. She is a real cutie pie.
Soup can be a lifesaver when we're not up to much. And delicious too with a fresh bun taken out of the freezer. Mercy is a dote.
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Those feet!! So sweet. My comment about Miss Mercy on your previous post actually belongs here, I realized after hitting Publish.
Mercy is a good companion. I know you require your privacy, but please do let us know when your surgery will be.
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