It may indeed be another Grey November Saturday Sky (surprise, surprise),
with some white stuff coming out of said sky again, even.
It may even have started with an evil-omened waffle on the Gothlet’s plate.
(The Skullwaffle was not on purpose. Really. Not that she wouldn’t do that.)
But we got unexpected good news today!
Little Miss Beya had a goopy eye yesterday, so she had a vet appointment this morning. Fortunately for her health, by today the eye had mostly cleared up. But even better, since she had doubled her weight in less than two weeks, it was decided that she was big enough to do blood work on.
So she had her testing early: and all was absolutely normal! (If it hadn’t been, it still could’ve been inaccurate, but apparently all is well.) She was pronounced healthy-appearing in all other ways as well.
To her surprise, therefore, she came home with us!
However, she did not approve of the current feline resident of the household (he was interested but wary for the most part; however, she went ballistic when he approached). So she is confined to the bathroom, and we will introduce them slowly.
Everyone seems to be hanging out in the upstairs bathroom a lot more than usual right now.
Just at the moment, however, someone was a bit overtired and overstimulated, as we used to say about the kids when they were babies (“OT/OS”).
“This morning already, I’ve been put in an airborne box, taken out in the cold, been poked at with sharp things twice, had my nails trimmed, and you wouldn’t BELIEVE where they put that thermometer! Now what is THIS place? And who is that huge orange scary cat who is not my mother?
I need a nap! Maybe it’s all a dream….”
Well, for us it’s a dream come true, and I think Beya will think so too when she wakes up. (Plus, she was wearing out her welcome at the studio, after the last two days in which she unwound the reel of (expensive) analog recording tape that was on the machine, and ‘helped’ my husband rewire as he was on his back, under the mixing board, with his hands full.)
Citrus, on the other hand — though I think he will accept her reasonably well — will soon find that HIS naps like this are a thing of the past for a while.
At least when BeyaPlayPlayPlayPlayPlay is around.
He may not be thinking this is such a Happy Day. In fact, he may be looking to move out for a while until she grows up a bit and learns kitty manners….
The rest of us are ecstatic, though.
And guess what? The sun came out at the end of the day, too! (Click to embiggen for the full effect, it was rather awesome.)
Thanks for all your good wishes!