Having now been home for two weeks, I'm finally starting to see a little daylight at the end of the tunnel. Besides the comfort of being "home" the best therapy has been interacting with our cat Socrates. He's an exotic breed (Pixie Bob). They call Pixie Bobs dogs in cat clothes.

If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be getting any exercise! He likes to play catch and fetch with his "mousie" (a tin foil ball scrunchie thing). He'll bring me his "mousie" and I throw, he attacks, plays and drops it for me to throw again. I end up walking back and forth between the living room and kitchen tossing that silly thing around for at least 15 minutes before he finally has had enough and crashes.

Whats even better is when he comes up in my lap and sprawls out for pets. Best therapy there is Common sense hygiene practiced and there's no down side.

"T"