Mom came home from her day hunting gig on Monday shaking all over. I had to make her sit down so I could get next to her and purr. You will be happy to know I got her back to normal after an hour or so.
Tuesday night wasn't a lot better, although she didn't need so much purring time.
Wednesday she was a little bit better, but she still seemed a bit freaked out to me. I think she said some beans at her day hunting gig were laying down.
She isn't, but I don't understand why laying down is a bad thing. This is one of those times that I am really glad I am a cat.
And it's one time I think Mom would rather be a cat, too.