Pumpkin is a boy. He's in the room for cats with inappropriate potty issues, just like Custard was before she got adopted. He's a sweetie! Somehow, with a warm cat on my lap, purring, kneading, and occasionally kissing my forehead, I don't feel the hard floor. Until I get up again, ha ha!
Oh, I hear you, K. The love overpowers the pain for a bit. I go next door to keep my neighbors new dog company and sometimes sit on the ground to brush her, but oh, my, trying to get up is killer!
