Babycat rise and shine today was predictably around 6:00. I pried my eyes open shortly after that. They were all behaving normally. Both Roger and Gizzie checked on me in the bathroom. They all had 3 brekkies.
Gizzie requested that I remove the schmutzies from his eyes. He is now snuggled on my footrest.
Roger has now joined the beggars asking for fish and lunch. I find it impossible to resist their little upturned faces and mews. I have a hunch you would, too.
As far as chemo-oriented malfunctions are concerned, we are down to just a few. Actually “just” is a misnomer. Depression, anger, headaches, sore throat and chills don’t really fit in the category of “just”.