Forgive me for a non-Friday cat-related posting, but my poor cat, Joey, is at the vet’s tonight because he refuses to pee. Crystals in the urine, the vet says. Hubby is as upset as I am–he had to leave the poor kitty there in a cage and that moved him more than he thought it would. You see, Joey is the kitty who showed up at our house on the day we were married over 7 years ago: he has much sentimental value, in addition to being a hoot as a cat.
We get to pick him up in the morning after he pees, IF he pees.
And I am rushing to get the usual stuff done before flying on Wednesday in the dawn’s early light to another city far, far, away for a 2-day meeting (and 2 days of seeing friends/family). I still need to finish grading essays, teach 2 classes tomorrow, meet with my chair about a thing, meet with some students during office hours, check the weather in this city, and figure out how to pack for 4 days in one carry on.
I’m surprisingly not nearly as stressed as I usually am about such things, which means my stress level is only slightly frantic. Must be that left over cognac.