Massage

Today my human sisters were visiting us. They are physical therapists and know how to give REALLY GOOD massages. I was telling them how stressed I've been lately, since the moving. There have been many stressful events in just less than two months: the moving, the lack of freedom and returning to be confined to a "fun-park" (jail, really), a construction at the house that changed Mom's mood for a while and her gone away vacation. Oh, I don't know how I still have my normal mind! The thing is that one of my human sisters touched me and noticed that I'm stressed, so she gave me a massage that kept me by her side for almost half an hour.

Ohhhhhh, it felt really goooooood.

I left really relaxed and happy. She prescribed at least three massages per week. I think that it's not enough and that Mom should hire a therapist to be with me at least three hours a day. Do you like massages?

Ola kala!

Gradually, back to normal

Things are getting back to normal at home after Piccola's journey through the RB. Mom has been cleaning and re-arranging the office, it's where Piccola used to sleep; now, Kala sleeps alone there. We are moving this month back to Mom's house (now we are renting this house). So, working a lot is helping Mom with the sadness.
On a funny note:

Mom has been working and dealing with so many things these days that she's a little absentminded, I think. The other day, my human sisters where here and, when they and Mom get together they talk A LOT. So, they were talking and Mom wanted to drink from a bottle of water she had near. But, instead of taking the bottle of water, she took a bottle of rubbing alcohol that was besides the water. When she drank it, immediately spited it out and my sisters began to laugh and make jokes about Mom. Later, they continued with their conversation and Mom was going to give Liah her antibiotic pill. At that same moment, one of the girls told Mom to remember to take her pill. So, Mom, instantly put Liah's pill in her mouth. Thanks God, a second later she realized the error and spited the pill. Again, the girls began to make jokes and Mom was laughing, too. When they left told Mom to try not to make herself ill drinking or taking other's pills. Mom laughed.

Now, I'm watching Mom so she behaves properly.

Ola kala!

TREACHERY!!!

This survey thing has brought some truths to the table in the family. Now I'll know who's who. My human sisters always say how beautiful I am, how wonderful I am and they say they love my eyes and so on. But now, NOW, they say they'll vote for Prince on our little contest. Why? Because they don't want Prince to feel bad if he loses, like he certainly will. It's not a matter of pride, I only want to settle the issue straight because my own Mom can't. Yes, I know we're both beautiful, but in every family there's always one cutter, and thats ME. My only humble desire is to let everybody know it's me. Is that bad? Well, the pics are out there, everyone should vote for the real best, not out of guilt or out of pity.