Keeper of Odd Hours

Have a Sassy problem here. She thinks the little bed I put down for Simba is for her. She has a bigger one but it's not right next to me .

Didn't make it to Marties for brunch. Many reasons: After being up most of the night with ice pack on my boob (calling doctor on Monday) So many messes from cats gone wild Dad in pain from sleeping on broken power lift chair, new one is on the way..please no delays! Toilet clogged. Thank you Vanessa for taking care of it. Now Dad is depressed about not going out to eat..says to put him in a home, cries, had to be soothed talked to take his pills and eat breakfast.  When ever he doesn't get his way he pouts, gets depressed. I know it's hard on him and he seems to rather have someone do everything for him, when he can do it himself. At times I feel like I'm being mean when I have him try before I help. Examples: open a very ripe banana, pack of cookies, his pills from his pill holder, pulling up his pants, taking his shirt off when getting ready to be changed. I wish he would let me clean him up after a bowel movement. I'm allowed to take the messy pullup but not clea...

Life with caring for my Dad. The ups and downs. Think its a good idea? Hard to recount the sad scary moments and the eww ones. But a friend suggested I do (but I won't on FaceBook).