When tuxedo-cat Slim Jim woke me three times before dawn, I should have known that my vision wouldn't hold true. For me, there would be no self-pity Monday spent settling into the unfamiliar quiet of a child-free house.
With loud wrenching, Chihuahua blondie-mix Tequila threw up twice this morning. Then fresh off the final vomit clean-up, I watched as tabby Cracker scooted his butt through backyard blades of grass to quench a delicate itch.
Child-free? Not hardly.
The two that left--Birdie and Daisy--are the only ones who sleep through the night and handle nausea without Mom batting clean-up. And neither one would scrape her fanny through the yard--at least not in the bright light of day, with Mom there to witness.
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