Cats of DOOM

[Drunk Monk]

The gift of Skittles is a total fail.  My mom injured her back severely, most likely from trying to look at the cat under the sofa, and has been laid up from pain.  It has been getting increasingly worse since Skittles arrived. He lives under the sofa during the day and comes out at twilight to sit on the living room window sill.  My mom was playing with him and petting him during this period, and then he would follow her to his dinner.  He would come up and sleep with her at night.

I was there this morning to help after she called me at Wobbleland last night.  I cleaned her house, which had become a mess - dirty dishes, laundry, newspapers, trash - she hasn't been managing well at all.  I got to do some deep cleaning of some of her kitchen utensils, which were filthy in corners that she wasn't seeing.  When I left, she was feeling better.  My cousin stopped by this afternoon after she called him because she couldn't get up.  They fed her and got her pain meds.  She has been using a cane and has a lumbar support belt.  

Stacy will stop by tomorrow on her way to some private clients.  She'll pick up Skittles that night and bring him here.  We'll house him in Tara's old room until we figure out the next step.