First in the cat story series. Started as a note to Amy about how we might handle Power Puff's terror of the next vet visit, and her subsequent fear of us. Originally sent 7/31/2008:
I told Mom about at least one of your ideas (just one of us take PP - and I think you are right) but Im not sure I got the others. The boys were rough housing on the bed this morning, and I thought it would wake mom, but they didnt. Mom tells me that in the middle of the night they were sleeping while hugging each other! Now it looks to me like Lucky may not be feeling well - he seems so quiet - we are watching him. He still is real nervous around me, and PP avoids me like the devil. In the middle of the night I went by her sleeping on my desk chair, and she let me gently pat her but it made her nervous. As I went by her back to bed and she saw me starting to do it again, she jumped down and ran. Mom got her to come over and get close enough to just about touch her. But to get there she went all the way around the coffee table so she wouldnt get near me. I am such an ogre!
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