2000-06-21 - 23:13:04
So I am typing this with a Lucy on my chest. She's sleeping. Her little face is all scrunched up and I don't want to make any sudden moves, lest I wake her.
We had to give her some medicine earlier tonight and it didn't go well; I filled the dropper thingy and Mr. Medea held her mouth open, but I did it too quickly (because I wanted to get it over with as soon as possible) and she sputtered it all over herself, the couch, and Mr. Medea. Hopefully it'll go better next time.
Having a cat in the house is odd; we had to go around cat-proofing stuff, putting latches on doors that don't quite close and making sure doors are shut behind us when we leave. But I'm glad we got her.
