Yeah right!

Still single so how could I?

But…

I would do anything for love when it comes to my fur babies.

I’m already doing it. My salary is theirs. Working for the  six animals in the household. Four require serious and not so serious medication while the other two are thriving.

Health report of the fur babies:

Tara-Habby-Queen Bae.

Big E-Leader of the upstairs pack.

 

Winnie-Herpes

Fate-Fibrinous Anteriour Uveitis in both eyes-FIP suspect

Pi Patel-aside from a career as a Mulberry model –possible liver cancer/dermatologic issues

Toby-cataract and liver issues

The caretakers:

Me-increased consumption in wine and trying to be a runner as well as trying to be a Buddhist,  trying to be an Episcopalian, while pretending to be a Catholic.

 

Mom, my mom-bitchin about the fur babies!

It’s all good.

At least, I keep telling myself, mantra style.

I’m gonna brag a bit.

No.

Not brag about the restaurants I visited, the vacations I had, my PR running time or even the enormous amount of weight I lost.

I’m a gonna brag about the Furbabies.

The Furs.

Home Cooking:

Anti inflammatory recipe for Pi Patel and now Tobias thanks to my dear neighbour Karen!

 

This is how they roll…in the house of course.

Ok.

Enough of the brag.