Well it finally happened. Mom picked up somecat and hurted her upper back and shoulder. We were all a little worried because (horrors) it's her scooping arm (food and litter!!). Who was the cat?
I bet you're thinking it's Quillbert. You're right. You do have to be careful when lifting 20 lbs of puss it turns out. Today her back was feeling better and she lifted Quill to let him stare up at the a/c return vent (he can't get enough of that?) and she torkled herself.
Did you catch that, her back was feeling better. So we have to trace a little further back - to when she lifted me up and I started to flail like a trout on the line. I do like making them work for it. Of course I didn't mean to bob when Mom weaved and cause her to tweak herself out of shape.
She swears she'll be just fine (That's not all she swears - if you catch my drift). Until then we have to take our cuddles at knee level.