Tweeked

So I tweeked my back last night. Normally it's something you do and you go "ow" and you recover and then you don’t think about it anymore. But this is different. This is one of those injuries you have for the rest of your life. In my later years, I'll think back to that time in the “oughts” when I tweeked my back – that started it all. That’s what this is! And it was so silly I was just lowering Duncan to his food bowl in the middle of the night. As you do. And it’s so strange. That’s going to be it – one big back injury And that’s the beginning of the old, decrepit, body breaking down. Or it will be like that scar I have on my shoulder from Beasley, my cat who scratched me as I picked him off the street after being hit by a car. It will be the one I remember. That will make me remember the time I was taking Duncan to his food. So what will it be, a memory or a handicap?

Little Duncan had a great day. He's had his fluids and his medicine. He's been running around today like crazy, rubbing his face on the driveway and chewing catnip. I'm so glad I was able to give him a garden with catnip. He loves it. He hit the litter box with a vengence then fell over on the rug - exhausted. It was a good day for Duncan.