Life of Jenny Mac

After riding low from our trip to glasgow, Henry and I came home to a poorly kitty cat. They say that things happen for a reason, and something in the Universe was definately telling me I needed to pull the plug on this trip and go home.  I had asked a friend to pop in on Charlie and feed him some wet food, and the first sign that Charlie wasn't well was the fact that he was cowering in a corner under some furniture in the garage. The second sign was that Charlie was not eating or drinking, as evident by the uneaten wet food Liam had given him and was still there when we got home at 7ish that night. He even refused his favorite treats when I tried to entice him to eat something. He didn't meow, he didn't purr, and he just seemed to stay in one spot and lay down for hours on end. Something was definately not right with him.  I went through bedtime routine with Henry, then came back downstairs to tend to Charlie. He was nothing like the kitty cat I left on Sunday night when H...

Preface: Before taking Henry on a long haul flight, I thought it would be good to take a short little hopper plane to Scotland so he could experience going on an airplace, and also, to test myself and what my anxiety will and will not be able to handle on my own.  Spoiler Alert--It didn't go well for me. We got on the plane and I immediately started journaling in a little pink notebook I brought with me because I was so overwhelemed and needed to get my thoughts out. The flight however was super short, so I didn't actually make it through writting all my thoughts down before we had to disembark.  Below is what I ended up writting in that journal, through shakey hands and crying... "October 23rd, 2022   Henry's First Flight We'll we're here. We made it on board...barely. Henry is fine, he's sat watching the Incredibles on my phone--thank you mom for Disney+ and the ability to download whole films to a device! I thought I had myself handled. Got to the airpor...