Tuesday, October 16, 2012
After a morning's snoopervising on my desk, Target got up to come for lunch and limped. I panicked.
I toted him to the bedroom, turned him on his back and checked for broken bones, swelling, heat and so on.
Target whimpered beautifully and let me prod and poke him with a martyr-like air.
I'm relieved to tell you it's nothing. It's a tiny raw patch about 3mm across. But I'm sure it hurts. So Target is tucked up on the sofa, and I am going to hover over him for a while.
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Posted by Katz Tales at 1:39 PM