I was not going to suggest railing at her really (unless it would make Consuela feel better) just wondering what happened.

I think the phone should be put out of her sight and told it is broken.

Is she gone enough that you can promise to take her home "tomorrow"?

or told that she went yesterday and wanted to come back? She's just say y'all were lying right?

My heart goes out to you and your family, Consuela.

I really wish I knew what was going to happen with poor Homer over the next few weeks. And am focusing on logistics instead of how my poor cat is dying. If I'm going to bring him in to be put down, ideally that would be on a Saturday. Not this week -- he's doing OK. Next Saturday, I'm supposed to be at a work event, but I could bail on that, obviously, but I should do it in advance. The next Saturday I have the big pre-Christmas choir rehearsal, which again, I would skip if I need to, obviously. Over Christmas, I spend the night at my parents', but I guess it would be fairly easy to come home and pill him in the evening and morning (good thing I live so much closer to my parents then I used to). OK, so I guess I can deal with it whichever way things go.

Sorry if this is weird.

Sorry if this is weird.

No. Dealing with mortality is always strange. Especially the practical aspects of it.

And I'm a real processor, and saying all this stuff out loud would be even harder than typing it.

No, it's not weird. It a bit of control over something you ultimately have no control over ( Your cat is dying. You can't control that. You can control the planning logistics of your life around that .) I don't know that I said it here, but I had this elaborate roadmap when Mister Kitty was clearly going downhill. And ultimately, it sorta went according to plan and kind of not.

You'll just do what needs doing. But before that, you can lay plans in because it makes you feel better.

Which reminds me, I need to pick up new food for Devi's ageing kidneys and doses of kitty probiotics, cause yep, she's on antibiotics and the predictable is happening. Dealing with another sick kitty post-Thanksgiving for the second year running made me really, well, Monday was not a good day for a whole host of reasons, and that was sadly just the beginning.

Say, bets on what the dr told my dad today??

Our Prime Minister wants you to know that the end of the world is coming: [link]

You'll just do what needs doing. But before that, you can lay plans in because it makes you feel better.

Yes. Thanks.

I took a bath with a purple bath bomb. I smell really good now.

Are you purple?