A lesson for Humility

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Yesterday I had a white cat. Today I have a grey and black cat. Seems the youngest went out walking late last night with a friend (comfort giving) and didn't notice that Humility went out when he did. So he didn't think to let her back in. While she's a good little fighter, she is little and there's a mean and big cat on the block. Judging from her coat, she spent the night seeking shelter under a car and got startled or attacked, I think. I can't explain the car grunge streaking her back and top of her head otherwise... poor baby. Her feet are jet black on the bottoms and even her belly is streaked. We tried washing some of it off but I was afraid to do too much since I don't know if Palmolive soap would be that much better for her to be licking than the grunge will be. Thank goodness she's shedding! We wiped her down and then gave her a good brushing and most of the grunge came off. And it gave me a chance to make sure she wasn't injured in any way either. Now she's sort of dirty grey and only has a few spots of black on her. I'll give her a couple of hours and then wipe her down again. At the rate she's shedding, she'll need another brushing by then anyway. This time of year, it's 4 or so brushings a day. Gotta love a cat with an undercoat.
Oh - and my pain is gone. Achey is still descriptive but pain - gone. I slept a full 12 hours after the flexural and tylox started to do their thing. Boy, is life wonderful right now. I just wish I could decide if I dare do something useful or continue to be lazy until I see the Physical Therapist.

Who am I kidding? I can't be lazy that long. I've got laundry to do or I won't be leaving the house!