A Prisoner

I love these girls so much. Not seen in this photo is Flash - she was wrapped around my neck, providing me a lot of comfort while purring in my ear.

A few days ago, I woke up in the morning and tried to get out of my chair and couldn’t move. My left leg felt like it was on fire. I looked down and I was swollen from my mid-calf to my toes. My leg was red, and it was hurting so bad. Every time I try to get out of my chair, I fell back on my chair. 

Not knowing what else to do I dialed 911. One paramedic was afraid of Kota, and wanted him to be put in another room. I called Kota back from the door. He obeyed. I told him “Kota get on the couch.” He obeyed. Then I told him to “Stay!” He stayed there until the paramedics left.

I am aching to get back to my main enclosure. I talk to my cats every morning out the kitchen window. They all come running, except for PITA - since she’s in the cage. But I talk to them and I just want to go out there, pick them up, love on them, surround myself with their kitty love. Yet I can’t. I am prisoner in my own house.

But these three girls, even Aspen and Addie are sticking to me like Velcro. A lot of people are telling me to get rid of my cats and my kittens. The only thing I “get RID of” in my house is garbage! I do not consider cats garbage.

Well, I need to go. I’m going to sit here, finish my tea, then go and start my exercises. Such a beautiful day outside after the ugly weather that we’ve had. I can’t even go outside and enjoy the sun.