...while eating lunch. Table next to me had two teenage boys.
Boy 1: I’m going to try one more time, and if the call doesn’t go through it’s a sign.
Calling… No talking. It would seem the call didn’t go through.
Boy 2: And?
Boy 1: I dunno. Whatever.
Silence.
Boy 1: I’m so full dude! I don’t think I could eat another bite.
Boy 2: What happened last time you two talked?
Boy 1: She sent me this email, saying that Mike told her I think she hates me. So I wrote back and said, “Yeah, and?”
Boy 2: What did she say?
Boy 1: Dude you should have seen the reply. It took me ten minutes to read it! She was all, “Well, that’s just not true. You are actually one of the only people I don’t hate.”
Whenever Max is gone, the cats choose to have one of their ‘incidents’. In this case, I woke up Tuesday morning to find what I thought were water droplets all over the table. I then noticed Calle’s mouth dripping like a faucet. The most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen.
The vet came over, and discovered a small ulcer in his mouth, which is likely from something he bit down on too hard. A shot was given to stop the drooling, which will give his mouth a chance to ‘dry out’ and heal. I spent the day at home with him, and he was super clingy. Walking where I walked, sitting where I sat, laying with me on the couch while I read. Poor little guy. Of course my heart is in my mouth whenever something happens, because of how suddenly Grady got sick and died.
He is much better now, and seems to be in good spirits. Last night Ruth came over for a visit and I think it’s safe to say Calle fell in love with her. He never gets this close to people in such a short time. Even Melissa has to wait an hour or two before he walks over and sniffs her. Clearly Ruth is the cat-whisperer.