We just got back from Charlie’s acupuncture appointment.
About 3 a.m. I heard a crash. Ivy had knocked over her litter box. So I got up and turned the lights on and put the old litter into a heavy trash bag, cleaned the box and refilled it.
Really what you want to be doing bleary-eyed at 3 a.m.
I went out yesterday and got a few house plants to hopefully help take toxins out of the air for Charlie’s breathing.
I’m using a portable humidifier and vaporizer too. I move them from room to room in terms of what time of day it is and we’re we’ll be.
Two of the plants are hanging. And the other two are high up in my bedroom.
Of course Ivy wants at them. But I’ve cut cut the trailing ends back on the one she could sort of reach. She hasn’t been able to reach the one nearest the French door.
Just now Ivy got up on the cabinet near the front door and got one of her claws caught in the safety chain.
She was flopping around on the cabinet trying to get loose and I was hurrying to get out of my recliner and get to her. Scared me and her both half to death.
Boy, that cat can find things to get into.
I started watching a new show on Netflix last night. It’s called Safe.
Safe focuses on Englishman Tom Delaney (Hall), a pediatric surgeon and widowed father of two teenage daughters. He is struggling to connect to his daughters as they still grieve the loss of his wife from cancer one year prior.
After his 16-year-old daughter Jenny goes missing, Tom ends up uncovering a web of secrets as he frantically searches for her.