Semifinal Saturday - NOT!

Mom is -seriously- bummed out. She took two week's stay-cation from her day hunting gig so she could watch the Tennis on TV. Which she has done, every single day. Except yesterday.

Yesterday it rained in the Big Apple, and all the matches were postponed. The Men's Final, with the expected showdown between Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer, has been postponed until Monday at 4. Mom gets home from day hunting at 5:30.

What do you think her chances are of getting out early so she can get home in time to watch the match on the picture box after she has been away for two weeks?

Slim to None.
You can see how much it's bothering me.

Tough Week

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.