As I was falling asleep, I said to Lala for the eleventy-millionth time, "I’m so glad Digit is home." She said, "Well, he wouldn’t miss your birthday."
My birthday is Thursday, and it’s still the best present ever. (However, I did get my present from Lala yesterday, a Raleigh Coaster which is SO RAD — I shall show you later this week — just took it out for my first ride this morning.) (Lala says I should make sure to tell you that this wasn’t bought with Digit money. But hello, you know that.)
But I know what you’re here for. Say hello to my little man.
He is so SKINNY! And I know he doesn’t look that good, but the best part is that he doesn’t look dead at ALL. And more alive by the minute. He has a HUGE appetite, eating three cans of food a day. And me, I spend all my time giving him FIVE medicines, including one that is 3/4 of a pill (?) and one, get this, that I have to chop into quarters and then crush one of those quarters and mix it into a water slurry and give it to him by mouth with a syringe. We have a good time at Chez Hehu, yes we do.
And this is the view from the living room, looking at him in his chair, looking out into the front yard.
I left the wheel out there in case he gets bored. He’s already spun straw into gold (oh, wait, that was YOU), so he’s just restin’ now.
Now I’m going to use my day to clean the house (Clara learned how to open the trash can this week, so it needs it in a very real way) and then take the dogs to the beach. Then I will kiss my birthday cat again. And again. And one for you, too. MWAH.
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