Dairy Daze...and Now Beyond

 Princess is my "cat-in-law" I guess you could put it; Gary's sister's cat.  This past Monday she became a bit under the weather, so on Wed I took her to the vet because Gail had to work, of course.  This picture is when were we in the exam room waiting to see him.   Princess is less than impressed with going to the vet.  Normally she is a holy terror to get into the carrier.  Before she left for work Gail shut the bedroom doors, which was the cue for Princess to go berserk and hide under an armchair in the living room.  She had to be rooted out from under there and corralled in the bathroom with food and water until time for me to pick her up for her appointment.  When I got down there she wanted out of the bathroom, of course, but she didn't put up much of a fight.  The carrier was hidden behind the shower door in the bathtub.   To bring a long, pointless story to an end; she was given some antibiotics and is feeling much bet...

 Last night as I was lying there half asleep I thought of something profound to write in here.  But, as per usual, now that I am sitting here I have not one profound thought in my brain.  In case you hadn't noticed, I have been trying to keep this blog more active but I have trouble coming up with things to blog about.  I think my trying to be profound makes for a boring blog anyway.  But my sense of humor has been at a low ebb lately.  I don't know why.   One funny thing recently has been watching my sister-in-law's cat play in the evenings.  She is a hoot. This is Princess. Well, it is Ellen holding Princess. Princess is teeny tiny as compared to Smudge.   But Princess has an addiction problem.  She LOVES catnip.  Gail says they have never had a cat who is as crazy about catnip as Princess is.   Gail has a patch of catnip.  I know nothing about growing it, but it seems to come back every year.  Maybe ...