Twisted Spinster

Miss Squeaky started fussing halfway through getting her fluids today, so I gave her a reprieve until tonight. She also growled when I spooned some of the hated prescription food into her mouth. She doesn’t know it but I’m planning to get the rest of that can down her today if I can. Then she got up and went all the way out onto the patio. (It’s sunny and in the 70s, very nice.) She sat a bit on the damp mulch, then got up and came back inside. She’s still weak but walking much better — last week she would not have been able to make it up the rise from the patio into the living room. Now she is sitting by the sliding glass door in a patch of sun.