Would you let us know what the vet tells you? When’s he going?
Good morning, again! 61 and partly cloudy. I have been to Monroe. I have been to Walmart. In fact, I (and six children) have been to the Walmart in Monroe, which does not have “Tension Tamer” herbal tea or “saffron and flax” pita bread, so DP will just have to find those for himself. (They do have guava paste in large cans, for those who wish to essay Puerto Rican hors d’oeuvres in large quantities.)
I found Tom and his partner in “Materials Science” eating a physics experiment, and Elen and her partner in “Glaciation” being attacked by chickens. Monroe is a tough town.
For my next thing, I’m putting on my “We’re all mad here!” t-shirt and taking Vlad to church to see (I’m series) whether he’s qualified to confess his sins.
Seey’all!
Well, we still have the work on the repairs from the plumbing, and then I have to go and have a lump checked out (I am prone to getting benign tumors and have been since I was three years old), but when that is all behind us, we’re taking him.
It will be a Saturday, either January 19, or at the very latest, the 26th.
I will certainly let you know the results from both doctors, if you wish.
Luke is 14 years old, 72 in cat years, and he’s quite thin. He did not react well to the death of his lifelong companion, Slinker, when they were 8 years old, and he went from 12 pounds down to 7. We got him back up again, but when my Rocket died, he slowly went back down to 8.