I think I'll go eat worms

I said that, the title, for mom. She is not in a good humor. I am, but she's not. It's rare for her to be out of sorts. I will consider if I want to go in and snuggle with her at bedtime. I may..it always makes her smile. She likes my warmness, the purring against her ear and the whiskers tickling her cheek when mine is up against hers. I may be rationing those out a little too much.

She's had a few disappointments too...that adds into it but she swore me to no more information than I have already said.

The house is still sparkling clean from her cleaning yesterday. So, it can't be anything *I* have done. Maybe she should call her brothers this evening.

You're right Myst..our Mommy's are so good to us and protect us from everything. They worry when we get sick and they are afraid we won't and don't understand when visits to the Vet have to happen and we are uncomfortable or get hurt there. And I sense she doesn't like going there because she is concerned about what she may hear. I can't reassure her.

But, I can make things better when I hop up and lay down with my head on her shoulder. It takes her cares away. And mine. It's a two way street.