Zoe was in a combination t-shirt and soft cone. She has pretty much destroyed the soft collar now, but still putting her in t-shirts. Of course she is a different size so my t-shirts are an option.

She couldn't reach the hotspot, but started on the nearest place she could reach to it. Which is not irritated, but I've certainly scratched around a mosquito bite myself.

Cone makes her subdued, which is kinda sad. But she also deliberately crashes it into stuff. Half to attempt to dislodge it, half out of pissiness, I think. She plowed a trash can around the living room. Only reason for that had to be crankiness.

Timelies all!

I have had one pumpkin spice item. The coffee shop in my building has a pumpkin spice chai latte, which was kinda meh. Didn't taste much different than the vanilla chai, and it was more expensive, so I won't do that again.

I'd be cranky too. Poor Murray the Gray Cat was so helplessly depressed when he had to wear a cone. He never tried to get it off, which surprised me, but he had no ability to adapt and function with it, at all. He finally threw himself down in exhausted misery on my bed and refused to move, and I felt so bad for him. I took it off after two days, cautiously, but he never tried to paw at the surgery site. He just went happily on with his kitty life as if nothing had happened to him. Which was a relief, but I think he's not the smartest cat in the house. No, I know he isn't.

Sometimes it's better to not be the smartest cat in the house.

I have all the Toscano cheeses! I did not buy all the pumpkin-spice things on offer, but enough. Forgot to grind my coffee, which is the one thing I actually needed to buy. I've got my wee hand crank grinder, but doing 12 oz in that takes some doing. I will have to think about how to proceed.

All these disparate pumpkin references are cracking me up. There was a giant floofy orange and white diabetic Pumpkin being picked up from the vet's last night by his elderly owners. We had a nice chat about our Pumpkins and diabetic cats (he was just in for routine monitoring.)

Which was way more cheerful than the couple who brought in their dog Mozart, who'd been hit by a car. I saw the X-ray while waiting, back leg snapped at the hip. Major surgery for that poor pup. I hate going to the animal er.

Those are some delicious cheeses. Nom nom nom.

And I really like the honey-roasted pumpkin ravioli. Just the right amount of sweetness.

Mmm that sounds delicious.

I am so friggin' done for the day, I can't even. Unfortunately, no one else seems inclined to pick up the slack for me, so I think I need to force myself to deal with other people's shit for another couple hours before I quit.

Right now the girls (Frances has a friend over) are getting themselves dessert, so that's good.

I bet they would be good fried. Because I can't leave well enough alone.

Be easy on Burrell, girls. And everyone else.