Cats and Thumbs

For a long time, I wished that I had a couple of thumbs. I could get my own treats that way and I could pick up my toys. Today I am very glad I don't have even one thumb, because I could be in trouble with mine, just like He is in trouble with His. Today it was a visit with a different doc. This one says he can fix His thumb until it is almost like new. First, He has to go to His regular doc and get checked to make sure He is healthy enough to have this work done. If you know him, you know that he has a breathing thing that sounds worse than it is. He is kind of mad that He has to wait, but She understands. Not that it matters to Him. He just wants it done. They will take the skin off one of His fingers to cover His bad thumb. Then they will take skin from His arm to put on His finger where they take the skin off.  If that sounds like a puzzle to you, it has me ready to go and hide in the clothes basket. It is a good thing I am here to keep Her nice and snuggled, because whatever is hard on Him is hard on Her.  Well, She will be sure He gets to where He needs to go, and  when She gets home She will get plenty of snuggles from me and Kate. Kasey doesn't care. TTYL