Max, greeting me good morning.

The wound is still not healing well. It is not as shallow, but wettish, raw looking. It always looks worse in the morning.

Max at least is happy and active, jumping and running about, his bells clanging. He still likes to disturb Spencer. This morning he waited for me to wake up, purring and snuggling close to me. Then he kneaded m quilt. I played dead and ignored him. He jumped to the other side, and put his butt very close to my face. GAAAAAAH!!!! I jumped up immediately. Naughty kitty!

Spencer has relinquished the morning call duty to Max completely, she would snooze somewhere until I get the breakfast ready.