I got Abby to the vet this morning - her shots are up-to-date and she got a clean bill of health. Since we've had parasite excitement among the felines, I took stool samples in for each of them. All is well in that department, too.
Transportation was more of an adventure than I expected. Abby yowled all the way there. And just before I got to the stop sign where County Line Engine used to be, I found a cat in my lap. At the stop sign I looked to see how she had gotten there, and discovered that she'd clawed a hole in the mesh side of the carrier. Needless to say, I'll be getting a new cat carrier. She spent the rest of the ride between my lap, under my feet, on the floor of the back seat, and standing up behind the steering wheel. I'm glad it's a straight, lightly-traveled road. When we got there I put her back in the carrier and took it in with my hand over the hole. The trip home was a repeat performance. Now she's sleeping it off. I need to vacuum, but she's had enough trauma for one day. It will get done over the weekend. She spent most of the evening in my lap.
I need to get that carrier on Saturday. Next week I have a half-day off on Tuesday, which is now June's surgery day. So I'll take Maggie in before work and pick her up after I get off. Bless her, she won't have to go through heat again. And Hunter won't be forced to walk up and smack her. None of us will miss the yowling and trilling. And it will be done before it's warm enough to have the windows open. We can avoid the tomcat crisis.
Everybody is in bed except Maggie, and we're ready to go to sleep. You don't know how much it means to me that I can come here and tell you all the silly little things that make up my days. If you know what is going on here, then I'm not as separated from you. This will have to do until you get that Skype issue worked out. My computer is set up and ready, so get it together there!
Love you so much,