Mom came back home during her lunch, which is basically a 40 minute round trip because of the traffic to check on me. I was under her bed in the far corner (where I usually am during the midday) and she tried to coax me out with a treat. Every time I would get to the edge of the bed and mom would reach out to pet me, I would retreat back under the bed. (She's not getting me back in that PTU anytime soon!)
When Mom got home Tuesday night after her adjustment and trigger point therapy (she really needed it after the stressful weekend with me), I met her at the door meowing for treats. I had eaten most of my stinky goodness, had drank my water, and had used the litter box. I followed her around the house for the first time since last week and even let mom trim my front claws. I think I am feeling a little better.
Mom Paula: I'm almost afraid to say Praline is doing better because of the roller coaster ride the past week, but she was acting more like my little spoiled Diva. I just love the picture of her on my lap. Please keep those thoughts and purrayers coming. They mean so much!
Pee ess - My mom goes back to the Oral Surgeon today to discuss the possibility of another gum surgery (this will be the 5th surgery on her mouth in two years).