As many of you know, when Brad and I first got together, Doc hated me. I was moving into his territory that had previously been a bachelor pad. He was downright nasty to me. He would lay in the hallway and if I tried to pass, he would attack me. I would have to call Brad over to move him. If Brad wasn't home, I was screwed if he was somewhere I needed to go. Well that was 10 years ago, and he has since grown to love me. Some of you are not that lucky. My poor Mom and Sister have house-sat for us and both have felt Doc's wrath. Mom - Do you still have scars?? J/KWell, Brad is about to go to Las Vegas for his annual Nintendo trip. I was pretty nervous about having to do Doc's sub-q's on my own. Granted, he doesn't attack me or anything, but he isn't putty in my hands either. Sunday was my first try, and it went OK. Yesterday was the real breakthrough. I sat down the laundry basket (Doc sits in it while we do the sub-q's) and was hanging up the bag of fluids. I called Doc - but lets face it, Cats are not Dogs by any means, and hardly ever come when called. Right? Wrong - Doc not only came over but he jumped in the basket, and sat there pretty much waiting on the fluids! And he was so good during them. I think I am going to be able to do it all by myself.
I am just so excited, I can hardly contain myself. I am so proud of our Big Boy!! You don't know how big this is!!!!
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