Cats, Nature's Pain Distractors
I'd like to take a moment to acknowledge my cat.
It's 5.44am on a Thursday morning and we leave for a fabulous romantic vacation to Victoria in two hours. I've been up since 4.00am with bladder pain. Thought I could handle a green tea. Oh, how delusions of grandeur have battered me down. My own damn fault. Anyhow.
As hard as it is to type while a kitty leans on your arm, this little fur-ball has always been there for me during late night pain sessions. The ones at ungodly hours of the morning where waking your spouse for help would just be plain mean. Even though you know he'd get up to grab you tea and water.
Thanks, nocturnal pur-machine. You're always there at 4.00am with the snuggles and the head-bonks.
