This semester I’ve been knitting small bits to tuck into my nephew’s care packages.
The beetle pattern called for six legs but I put on eight because all insects have eight legs…right? Right?
Sukey and Edward go to the vet on Thursday. I took out the carriers and put them in the living room, and Edward was all “Hey! Cat-sized box!” but Sukey took one look and was all:
Edward’s tail has de-floofed itself, gone nearly bald at the base–it happened when I was in Holland, so I figured it was either anxiety or a flea allergy, so I put some Advantage on him, but it’s still a bit thin down there. Sukey has had a small round lump on the back of her leg for a while, but it hasn’t caused her pain and it hasn’t grown, and since she is, as the vets tactfully put it, “fractious”, I’ve put off bringing her in. When I made the appointment I made sure to tell them they might need a rhino dart on hand for her. Poor baby.