There are piteous wails coming from our guest room this morning. Archie has been unceremoniously shut in since 7 pm last night. The food and water dishes were removed, and there has been no mercy!
In a few minutes I’m going to pop him in his cat stroller and walk him to the vet. As Gary Larson drew in his Far Side cartoon, he’s “going to the vet to get tutored!” While he is “sleeping through class” there, we will also have him micro-chipped.
I’m hoping that with less kitty testosterone around the house his Kato traits may go recessive. So do the meezers!
Sorry the blog was quiet for so long. I had a little health scare last week, and it took until yesterday to get all the test results back. As I suspected, all was normal, and they patted me on the head and said “there, there, dear”. DH insists it was worth every penny, so if he’s happy, I’m happy.
but believe me, we spend a lot of time yelling “Not now, Cato!” Just try walking across a quiet room, and suddenly there Archie is, wrapped around one of your knees, claws out, gnawing off your kneecap in mock attack.
I think they were absolutely lovely! Thank you, dear. I feel very celebrated!
It’s perfect: she loves purple, and her name is Robyn. The cuff was knit in 2 x 2 rib. When the yarn behaved very nicely in that pattern, I carried it on for the whole sock.
