Getting better!

Every day when Matte comes home, I show her how much I have missed her and Husse, that I love them and that I look forward to them being here with me. We cuddle, I got supper and we play some. These past few days, when I haven't been feeling so well, the first thing Matte does is try to give me something that doesn't taste good. I know she only wants the best for me, but trying to force me to eat stuff I don't like... even thought it's good for me?! Well, I don't know... She claims it's medicine, but it's liquid and not pills. I'm used to pills - don't care for them much - but I know them. And how to try to avoid it. This liquid stuff is tricky. Matte just smears it over my mouth and I have to lick my moustaches, right! So down the icky stuff goes... Matte wins again!

Thanks, all you concerned! I feel much better. I'm not back to "me", Matte says, and I agree. But I am getting there, slowly but surely.