My aunt and one of my cousins (I have an aunt, an uncle, and seven cousins in northern Spain, and I always found
I made a mistake with Veena. I admit it. The mistake is that I accidentally trained her to not sit on my lap when John is around. I don’t like being the bad guy with her, so I get John to do the things that upset her… like restrain her while he clips her nails, or shoo her off my lap when I need to get up but don’t have the heart to move her off of my lap myself.
So now she hesitates to get up on the couch when both of us are sitting on it (she is fine when it is just me on the couch) and that’s a problem because evenings on the couch with John watching a movie or some TV or otherwise unwinding are when I most want a lap cat.
So I know what I did wrong. Now I have to figure out how to undo it.
I had yet another round of oral surgery last Wednesday. (Which of course I am thrilled about. Not.)
The original surgical site was persistently