Mom is home from the bean v-e-t.
She was not a happy camper this morning drinking that yukky junk. I had to MEOW several times to get to use my litterbox. She did finally understand, and left the litterbox room so I could do my bizness.
Finally she was done drinking that junk, and done with the human litterbox. She got in the rainbox and came out smiling, so that was good. Then she put the bedsheets in the washing monster. (She was muttering about stupid pills that woke her up at fourthirtyam and leaving a trail... I do not know what that was about, but I made sure to get the hell out of the way.) She got dressed, and emptied the dishwasher. "Macaroni and cheese when I get home later, Millie. I can't wait!" She blew me a kiss (like she always does) and sailed out the door.
When she came back a few hours later she was kinda dragging and Mim-may was with her. She made her macaroni-and-cheese and dug into it with as much enthusiasm as I dig into my Beef stinky goodness. Then she lay down on the couch and watched TV. I made sure she was OK, and rubbed myself all over her for good measure. Now she's watching TV and I'm catnapping, keeping an eye on her.
She said the bean v-e-t- took one little pollip and a sample of something else that looked funny, but she is OK. She will get the results in a couple of weeks. Today she can't do any driving in the metal masheen and she can't sew or use her fabric pizza cutter, so she'll be watching the tennis on TV and napping on the couch. She can do her normal stuff tomorrow.
That's all folks. Mom thanks you all for your best wishes.