I’m being facetious. He is mine.
Seems like he’s gonna be a handful, tho’
I’m seeing JoJo in the future…
The meezers will be distressed to find the rafters are no longer their solo domain. Cat chases, cat boxing, three-part cat opera, all on high, so the entire house can enjoy!
~VOW
It will take some adjustment.
Poor poor poor, Siamese. Lil 'Jojo may give i0ú ok
Are you ok?
Oh, thx for asking. Yes I’m fine. I got disturbed when I was typing and sent it accidentally.
I meant to say: "Li’lJojo might give them a run for their money "
Thanks again @Morgyn for looking out for me.
Like most everyone else here, I like you. You’re delightful, and we want to keep you around.
……Like most everyone else here, I like you. You’re delightful, and we want to keep you around……
Hereby humbly requesting membership in this group
Do you like Beck? Do you enjoy her posts? Do you want her to stick around?
If you answered ‘Yes’ to all 3 questions, you are automatically a member. As far as I know, there’s no initiation fee or ritual, which is good 'cause Mariah has been getting cranky lately.
Oh, Boo you are a good friend.
I do have initiations*, tho’.
Be prepared.
not really *
Beck’s “covfefe” moment. 
Here’s our secret hand sign:
I just got over to the hospital. They are scanning my arteries.
I’m missing my snack. I told the person here. She’s getting me something. Seriously she said , “Oh, hon can’t you wait?”
I told her why I’m on strict eating rituals and insulin needs. She don’t get it at all.
I told her my glucose was flipping out. And if she liked diabetic comas happening in her waiting area I could accommodate.
I flittered my eyelashes over my moist eyes. And said “I’m just trying to stay alive, here…hon”
She ran to get my snack.
If she doesn’t bring you a snack, tell her about the seizures. And then start shaking.
Plan B.
But, I got a regular coke, a milk and crackers. Coke and Milk not good. Crackers, eh …I ate 2. Couldn’t read the ingredients it was so small. I hope they don’t kill me.
Given everything you’ve survived, a couple of sketchy crackers are not going to be your doom, my friend. 
I made it back to my room at the rehab.
Alive.
I had a voicemail from the Vet. Jojo is going into surgery. His neck is swollen again.
He doesn’t think it will be a particularly long surgery just meticulous.
Let’s just say that if Beck put out a tip jar, it would have more than $50 in it.
Jojo’s money has tripled. They tell me.
I’m expecting a text from the vet tech when she goes in to check the surgery patients later.
I got a text when the vet finished the surgery. The text said the surgery went well.
Wooohooo!