My nuthouse

Well, this morning my house turned into a nuthouse all because of Tiger.  Tiger is my granddaughter's muted tortise shell cat.  2 years old and has the usual personality of a tortie.  Lousy.  She is constantly into everything.  She is always on my computer desk.  Well today, for some reason, she decided to push my computer tower off the desk, narrowly missing Duncan, sending my pens, stapler, everything flying.  Hopefully, my computer is intact since I am using it.  She is not in my good graces.  In fact, I seriously considered just opening the door and shoving her out.  But I didn't. 

Duncan

I have been on a roller coaster with Duncan.  I have no idea how old he is, but he has been with me for 6 years and he was a old dog when he came to live with me.  He has had almost all his teeth removed.  And he goes through periods of not eating.  Last night he ate 1/2 cup of wet food.  This morning he ate very little.  And he sleeps all the time.  He wakes up to eat and go to the bathroom.  I am preparing myself.  I also have to find a new vet.  My favorite retired and the next favorite is only working part time.  I need a good full time vet so it is time to start interviewing.  I may have to drive to my children's old hometown.  My vet there is still practicing.  I want only the best for my furbabies.