THE WALKER and THE CANE

I have a new toy!  Pretty isn't it?  Actually I have another new toy, but it's not in this picture.  It's called a cane and it's bright red. 

Mine Mommy, who turned into one of "the walking dead" people the other day is using these toys more than me, and I'm trying to steer clear of her as it's obvious she doesn't know the rules of the road and isn't an accomplished "driver". 

(and I read somewhere that old ladies and canes can be dangerous)

SO. She finishes lunch, goes to kitchen, SPLAT. Lays on floor screaming.  Foot and ankle underneath her. Trying to pick up broken china plate which I am walking toward as I notice those leftover bits of egg roll I'd very much like to try ... no June, you'll hurt your paws, away, away ... (screaming continues, so I do run away).  Tossing broken china into sink above her, wiping up sweet-sour sauce with her shirt which she took off.  Breathing heavily.  I have discerned something is wrong here.  Time passes, though I've not much concept of time except when it comes to eating and I'm now wondering if there might be any egg roll scraps in the kitchen sink.  

Do I dare jump over her fallen, whimpering body to see?

NO. My best course of action, leave the scene, retreat to polka dot chair.  Watching with my big eyes I see my human twist and turn and struggle to rise as little mews escape her mouth, and I see that her left ankle is much larger than it was awhile ago. Very much larger and it is my favorite blue color now, too!

I am reflecting now and thinking well, it is good that it's her left foot, it is the only good one left ~ not a joke ~ as the other one, the right one, or the wrong one, is still not healed and swells up each day from when she fell a few weeks ago!  And on further reflection it occurs to me if she had four paws like me, instead of just two paws, she would still have two good ones.  Alas ...

SORRY, I DIGRESSED.  Good neighbor came to the rescue after she had risen, slid I-phone across table and called for help.  

X-rays were done, sent off to doctor, no fractures, but doctor said "it is all very messy".  What?  

"two falls, two bad feet? you will go see orthopedic to talk about this ..." 

 

THANKFUL THURSDAY (OR NOT)

Sleeping on the job: earlier this morning when I told June we needed to hurry up 
do a Thankful Thursday posting for today, she was no help at all.

I would have been thankful for a little more help.

HAPPY-HELPER TUESDAY

Not too long ago mine Mommy got a microwave but then there was no place for it in our tiny kitchen.

So then she had to get a microwave cart for the microwave!  One thing always leads to another.

It said "some" assembly required, which really meant "a whole lot of" assembly required.

She said she chose one with extra space, because the few cupboards in our tiny

kitchen hold mostly my cat foodz, my cat treatz, and my many lovely cat bowlz.

Which, of course, is just as it should be.

Anyway, I digress.  Due to the "whole of of" assembly thing, plus the fact that she

had chosen one that was heavy and sturdy, she requested help from Mr. Good Neighbor 

who it turned out kindly did all the work, while she merely handed him the tools.

I snoopervised and chewed on the packing materials.

After a few many hours, the cart was done and I gave it a thorough and final

quality control inspection and the official JHSA June's Housekeeping Seal of Approval.

Unfortunately, I am no longer allowed inside the cart, a good hiding place,

but consequently the other cupboards have more room, so she can

buy more foodz, more treatz and more lovely bowlz just for me!

And I was a Happy Helper, on a Happy Tuesday!

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(ALMOST) WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

I was such a good helper as your printers assistant yesterday, 

I'm insulted you won't let me help with your banking stuff today ...

I'm very good with arithmetic.

ALMOST

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

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