Aug 22 2008
A Rough Day For Me
Yesterday morning was probably the best time of the entire day. The rest of the day was fuzzy since my eyes were clouded with tears. Yes, I needed a good cry. Mom kept trying to put me down and I would just cry so hard. I wanted to be held. She is so warm and I need her to hold me. Mom and dad have been holding me since I was born. Now dad goes to work and mom wants to put me down all the time. I did not care for that at all.
When dad got home from work, mom told him to hold me so she could take a shower, make supper and start some wash. Why couldn’t she do that with me around? I would have been happy to have her show me how she cooks, showers or does wash. She sounded a bit upset when she told my dad that every time she put me down I cried and cried, until she picked me up.
Dad was hungry and he seemed a bit crabby because he did not have anything to eat for supper. I had a bottle and I was content. I think whatever they are giving me is making me sick or something. I pooped all day and even spit up on myself a couple times. The cat litter box was a bit stinky today also. Mom told dad that he should start scooping it until I get a little older.
I hope she doesn’t mean she is going to make me scoop it when I get a little older. I don’t want that darn cat. It scares me. I know that cat has it in for me. It keeps looking at me with them funny eyes. It tried to climb in mom’s lap where I was sitting. This cat has to go. The dog slept all day. It would open its eyes and look at me when I cried, but it stayed on the floor in front of mom’s feet.
Dad and mom finally had supper and then we all settled in for the night. I finally wanted to sleep about 8 PM, so we all went to bed. I laid there awake for a while and then I fell asleep I guess.
