Making it work

...takes a little longer. Making it work takes a little time, darling.
"Waiting for people to volunteer is a tough haul. The folks need help. People only want to help when it's convenient. Are you listening, kitty?"
The cat yowled in protest and tried to cover his face and ears... 'I can't hear you, I can't hear you... shh! You're disturbing my sleep,..."

"How do you prepare food, get it all apportioned, try to get the meds straightened out, make sure someone is around to see that the once sturdy legs which are now really wobbly won't rubberize again... causing another landing on the noggin face plant... leaving a reminder that the grown kids kinda suck at this care-giving thing."
"Meow!"
"Blacker, bluer, the floor packs a pretty punch," Simmy tried for some dark humour.
"Bad nights, more wine, oh, that's how we made it through..."
"Meow?"
"Wrong lyrics? Okay, I changed a few words," Simmy mumbled.
"I wonder how I'm still on the case... Help me, help you, oh, we'll find us a place... maybe, the help there, won't let you land on your face...
making it work, takes a little longer, making it work, takes a little time,
darling..."
The cat moved his paws over his ears in sympathetic pose for less than sympathetic prose... "Let Doug and the Slugs write the lyrics?... you're probably right..."