This last week has passed in a blur as I have spent most of the time laid out on the couch, except for the times I was laid out in our bed, or traveling back and forth to Cherokee for shots or for my twice daily airing while I did chores.
When we were kids and driving our mother crazy in the house, she would finally snap and order us out of the house to "Get the stink blowed off!!"
It's good to get the stink blowed off but in doing so, is very exhausting so I find myself back on the couch to recuperate.
I am never alone, Clyde spends his days on one end of the couch, he gets a little testy when I want the entire thing, he thinks I should be happy with my end and the footrest. After all, he can't reach the lever.
For some unexplained reason, after living upstairs for years, Ghost has packed her bags and moved downstairs with the rest of the family.
Zoe took up residence in the computer chair, just a few feet away from the couch, to be within reach should she hear me coaxing the Ghost to come up. Zoe has tormented the Ghost from the time she set her mitten toes in the house and when she is caught, uses this pose to get out of trouble.