Purring is the Best Medicine
Oh, how funny was that?
After all, I'm sitting there with my "ears" hanging 'round my neck...
It made me feel like all was right with the world again, and that is a good feeling!
I came home from a call, a fairly alarming one at that. Looked like an incipient heart attack - never a good sign. I was feeling pretty drained, but still managed to drag myself downstairs for the Thursday night chore... cleaning the two kitty litter boxes. Oh, yes, that exciting life I lead when not running around in the rig, looking for some street that doesn't show on the Parsippany map...
Well, I changed the litter boxes after stopping to pet and scratch Chelsea, happily napping on the outlaw's couch. I got them done fairly quickly and decided to reward myself for a job well done by stopping to stroke the cat some more. And then I had my idea.
After all, I'm sitting there with my "ears" hanging 'round my neck...
I put on my nice expensive Littman stethoscope and put the other end on Chelsea's side. It was purring on steroids! The moise was like a really nice deep jet engine! It was amazing and struck me as quite funny. But I was delighted to hear this lovely sound, this happy sound, magnified to the nth degree. Chelsea did not seem to mind it at all. I certainly did not need to press at all hard to get that incredible sound!
It made me feel like all was right with the world again, and that is a good feeling!
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