I was told after my surgery not to pick up anything that weighed more than five pounds for the first eight to ten weeks. What I found out is that everything weighs more than five pounds--my laptop, garbage can, even my big black cat who kept getting in my recliner every time I got up is 16 pounds. I tried begging her to get off. I offered to pay her in catnip, she wouldn't do it. She looked at me like, "Do I look like a dog to you?"
You may be getting tired of this word "empathy" by now but when I had to ask small women at Wal-Mart to pick up boxes of cat litter for the same cat who could care less that she was in my seat, well let's just say I felt another wave of compassion for the elderly roll through my freshly cleaned out arteries.
Would your cat willingly give up its seat for you after surgery?
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Sunday, May 9, 2010
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