Today Tika was very down. She could barely raise her head up. Sometimes the kitty cancer gets the best of her. But then my mom walked in and said, “mail call! Tika has mail!” (This is the benefit of
being home for the summer and living like a college student.)You’ve got mail Tika. My brother Matt sent her a get well soon card with a bag of fresh green cat nip enclosed. Here are some photos of Ms. Tika perking up and licking the bag of illicit meds. After fifteen minutes of a licking frenzy she is now laying on the bag of kitty weed and dozing. Next she’ll pull out a guitar and start singing like Bob Dylan.
