Picture This

Friday, my sweet boy Bronx spent his morning at the vet having a few things um, "snipped" if you will. Therefore, he has not been in the best of moods this past weekend.

To keep an eye on him closely instead of having to put the dreaded lamp shade of shame on his head, I talked Dave into moving the mattress from the spare bedroom into the living room so I could sleep with Bronx (he isn't allowed to jump for 10 days while the incision heals and our bed is fairly high off the ground).

Dave eventually felt bad for me and offered to sleep on the make shift bed on Sunday night since I had to work on Monday, but by 2am I was missing them both and squeezed snuggled with them on a full size mattress laying in our living room floor. Can you picture that sight? Oh my...the things you do for your "children" - the furry ones too.