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pameladeanRaphael appeared suddenly in my peripheral vision with the remark, "Remember it's vet day." Or "cat day," can't remember. When we did that huge expotition with all three of zir cats, so as not to have to do it again, they failed to give Minou his vaccinations. Then the post office, as is its regrettable habit, stuck the postcard from the Kitty Klinic reminding Raphael that Minou was due for his shots into a catalog that I just happened to decide to look at rather than recycling unopened. Oy.
There was still a carrier in the library after the Great Expotition. I put it in the cat sitting room, and finding Raphael occupied by a work crisis at the worst possible moment, went into my bedroom, scooped the sleeping Minou up off my pillow, and inserted him into the carrier before he really woke up. He had a lot to say about that.
The appointment went fine, we weren't late and it didn't take long, but I felt discombobulated when we got home and forgot to go for my walk. Eric called much earlier than he usually does, sounding discouraged. We had a nice conversation anyway. Then I realized that it still wasn't quite dark, so I bolted outside and went for my walk anyway. No actual snowflakes yet, but a damp brisk wind and the smell of snow. The sky was gray and I'd missed any sunset color there might have been. The city light from downtown was doing a good imitation of sunrise in the north, though. Lovely pinks. I discovered that a house I walk past all the time has very fine stained-glass in four of its windows, and achieved as well numerous glimpses into the interiors of other houses. I don't really want to see any people when I do this; I like looking at the woodwork and the floors and the colors the walls are painted and whether there are any cats about.
I'm still reading Liavek IV, and realized while talking to Eric that I will need to reread "The Illusionist" as well as the five original volumes. Oh, the horror, I have to reread a John M. Ford story about the theater.
Now I remember why I thought of buying underwear at Target. If I don't do laundry, I won't have any tomorrow. Oh, well, at least I remembered to order the detergent with the groceries.
My cat is stretched out on the bare metal radiator, blissed.
Pamela
There was still a carrier in the library after the Great Expotition. I put it in the cat sitting room, and finding Raphael occupied by a work crisis at the worst possible moment, went into my bedroom, scooped the sleeping Minou up off my pillow, and inserted him into the carrier before he really woke up. He had a lot to say about that.
The appointment went fine, we weren't late and it didn't take long, but I felt discombobulated when we got home and forgot to go for my walk. Eric called much earlier than he usually does, sounding discouraged. We had a nice conversation anyway. Then I realized that it still wasn't quite dark, so I bolted outside and went for my walk anyway. No actual snowflakes yet, but a damp brisk wind and the smell of snow. The sky was gray and I'd missed any sunset color there might have been. The city light from downtown was doing a good imitation of sunrise in the north, though. Lovely pinks. I discovered that a house I walk past all the time has very fine stained-glass in four of its windows, and achieved as well numerous glimpses into the interiors of other houses. I don't really want to see any people when I do this; I like looking at the woodwork and the floors and the colors the walls are painted and whether there are any cats about.
I'm still reading Liavek IV, and realized while talking to Eric that I will need to reread "The Illusionist" as well as the five original volumes. Oh, the horror, I have to reread a John M. Ford story about the theater.
Now I remember why I thought of buying underwear at Target. If I don't do laundry, I won't have any tomorrow. Oh, well, at least I remembered to order the detergent with the groceries.
My cat is stretched out on the bare metal radiator, blissed.
Pamela
