Thanksgiving. As Usual, But Not …

I’m headed into Turkey Day with goals, as usual.

Usual Goals:

Remembering everything I want to bring.

Leaving the house on time.

Making sure Harley Blu has food, water, hidden treats and toys.

2020 Goals:

Remembering to be thankful

Not leaving house.

Making sure Harley Blu takes his newly acquired meds and making sure Nala doesn’t get anywhere near his multiply-medicated food.

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HBlu received his second steroid shot today, and if it looks like it can be eaten HBlu is zealously pursuing it. The calming meds are working well. He’s so calm that every once-in-a-while I check to make sure he’s still breathing.

And, lastly, Sir Harley of Perpetual surprise has a thyroid problem and supposedly ‘flea dirt.’ He didn’t have any flea-related anything last week at our regular vets.

Odd and absolutely fantasmic, there were no actual fleas or eggs found on him, just residue. And only on his right side. Theoretically, because he can turn his head to the left to groom but cannot turn his head to the right.

Since the chair incident last week, I’m much more hesitant to believe any suppositions.

In any case, I’m about to Zoom my first dinner, on Thanksgiving Day. I’ve got my own hilariously not-so-little feast prepared and delivered by Bob Evans and DoorDash. Seriously, when my new Foodsaver (which is replacing my 8-year-old, now sucking-less model) arrives on Friday, it’s going to get quite a work-out.

Speaking of work-outs, I exceeded my 4-day exercise goal this week by completing 5 days. Under the scrutiny of cats and with cats underfoot, I have cause to be pleased with myself.

Speaking of pleased with myself, I bought that FoodSaver with my well-developed Knabble Layering skills.

You can do it, too.

(Watch for tomorrow night’s post – I’ll show you how.)

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