Just called to check in on Catherine, who's spending the day at Grandmom's house. Seems she (Cat, not Grandma) had some kind of a stomach bug yesterday while at school and had to get checked out early. Some sort of something-or-other that caused double-ended discomfort, and it wiped out her usual full-throttle demeanor.
She stayed home last night from church with Mommy and had noodle soup and a story and went to sleep on a pallet on our bathroom floor at the incredibly on-time time of 8:00. (That's supposed to be everyone's bedtime, but it's honored more in the breach than the observance, something like when the State Legislature unplugs the clock to keep from going beyond their statutory time limit.) Anyway, I managed to only step on her twice during the night.
This morning, she was a bit more perky, although suffering from a bad case of bed-head. Or pallet-on-the-floor-head. She didn't seem to mind. I told her Grandmom would fuss at her for her fur being all out of place (she--Grandmama, not Cat--seems to put great stock in personal upkeep, even when no one would be there to see) but Cat didn't seem to want to have to get out the brush and detanglefy her hair. Fine.
Took her over there early (because I have to leave early today) and from all acounts, she has been okay, if a bit on the uncharacteristically quiet side.
She should be all perked back up tomorrow.
Posted by Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 01:32 PMThere's "sick" and then there's sick. That uncharacteristically quiet or subdued behavior was always the tip-off for us when Daughter was really sick.
Hope Cat's back to her rambunctious self soon!
Posted by: Grouchy Old Yorkie Lady at January 12, 2006 03:27 PMThanks--I think she'll be fine, so I can say (without feeling bad about it) that the quiet was a nice change of pace.
Posted by: Terry Oglesby at January 12, 2006 03:36 PM