I have a devil cat as my sister calls him. He’s mean, spoiled and not friendly. He’s not a cuddler and only likes to be petted on his terms. He likes his own space, I’m just here to do his bidding. When I come home from chemo, he won’t come near me the first night. The 2nd and 3rd and 4th he has to be where he can touch me, even if it’s only with a paw. After that he’s back to his old mean standoffish ways. At 5am this morning he woke me up because he wanted to be petted and cuddled. Makes me wonder what goes thru his little devious mind and what he really knows about what I’m going through.
I’m feeling ok as far as it goes today. Shaky, a little weak, an upset stomach, a little more knee pain. About a 5 on a scale to 10 overall. Way better from the 10 the first time and 7 or 8 last time. I’m hoping it doesn’t get any worse. Like this, I really only have to deal with the fatigue, the rest I can lie down for and mostly ignore. For 4 or 5 more days.