Part Sink

Last night a nurse was coming to do blood tests for an insurance policy Al wants us each to have re the Pilot. So I couldn’t eat or drink until she had done my blood work. Watching the boys chow down on their kibble made me jealous. Finally the nurse got there and began to extract vial after vial of my blood. The boys, as if they knew something was going on, were mewling like crazy and putting their paws under the door of the livingroom door in a wonderful show of support for the Big Cat – their leader. Maybe it was my pathetic mewling in response to being stuck with a needle that aroused their concern. When I finally got back in the TV room it was straight back to the kitten WWF. And they ended up completely exhausted and sleeping on top of each other on the couch by 10. Wimps.