Cat...

What was a black bag on the highway Friday evening coming home, came to life Saturday afternoon, in cat form. We were heading out for our weekend drive/walk when I hit the brakes, instinctively I stretched my right arm out to hold the kids from sliding forward. Buster hit the floor with some force. Pulling over to the shoulder
to inspect, no blood, he jumped right back up and looked out the window. My heart pounded, finding a safe place to park, Buster was shaking. So were we.

Proceeding with our walk cautiously, we ventured off the beaten path and our walk turned into adventure, so many smells, so little time! I think boy dogs are part sponge, they just don't run out of water. Getting home, I inspected both kids more thoroughly, giving a comfort pill and watched close. Buster paced the floor much into the night and ended up sick. I know that's a sign of concussion, but his eyes are clear as is his urine, no residue when he drinks water, because I thought, what if? Anything internal. I have my list ready to call the vet, he's resilient, but I'm still keeping my eye on him and Carlee has been following him around. She's such a good sister. A blessed family we are, blessings to you friends. Oh, the cat sauntered off and appeared fine. Darn cat!