Well, I have been feeling tired. I’m not so tired today.
Mummy noticed I was looking a bit fluffy, which sometimes mean I’m not well, but really it was just I felt tired, and a little uncomfortable, but I think it’s only old age. I’m six and a half, you know, which is 90 in human terms. I have meds for my arthritis in the mornings, one is called glucosamine, for joints, and the other is called metacam, for pain relief. They work well and most of the time I feel fine. And while I like my loft space, and do a lot of sleeping up there, it is a bit of a struggle to get up the ramp to it.
Mummy asked me whether I’d like to move to the flat part of the run full-time. Well, I would, and I wouldn’t. I like the view from the loft. But I liked being able to move around freely when I was in the other run – that was when Colman was alive and fit. When he stopped going up into the loft Mummy swapped us over. He had the same meds as I do now. Actually, I’m older than he was when he stopped using the loft.
I don’t know whether I want to change to the other run or not. I’ll let Mummy decide.
Next week we’ve got a special post for the A to Z Challenge. I’ve done nearly all my posts for it. Percy and I shared them out. I expect he’ll tell you all about it.