So, is the moral of this story "Look at your cat's butt more"?

I mean, possibly, but I'm going to stick with "Bring a new cat to the vet."

Sadly, I took Fleabie to the vet when I got her but the tapeworms manifested afterwards. Apparently it takes a while between ingesting the infected fleas and the development of the worms. But it depends on the type of worms.

So maybe I did the right thing after all????

Round worms are another flea-bourne possibility.

It's probably good to take a new cat to the vet first thing, but it's not going to catch everything. I'd had cats all by life but hadn't run across tapeworms before so I wasn't aware of what to look for afterwards.

And you are NOT the first buffista pet owner to have a wormy pet, I assure you.

Yeah.

Timelies all!

Took Mr. S to a birthday party for the daughter of friends of ours. Of course he was a wild man, getting into everything. (Gary's away on a business trip until Tuesday night. sigh.)

I'm watching a documentary about air travel, and they just showed the coolest thing--one-man jet-powered wingsuits. The pilots drop from helicopters and point towards the ground at full-thrust to pick up enough speed to get enough lift so that when they arch their backs the wings strapped to their backs angle correctly to catch the air. Jet-powered hang-gliders! Oh so cool!

Tonight at a family party, I got to hear the story of Tim's aunt and uncle's wedding. They've been married for 51 years; they got married in 1966. They got engaged in 1965, and then Tim's uncle enlisted in the Navy ahead of the draft for Vietnam, and served as a Seabee. He was stationed in Morocco, and was supposed to be stationed there for 2 years.

Tim's aunt didn't want to wait 2 years until he was stateside to marry him, so off she went to Morocco. Because it was 1966, her mother went with her as a chaperone. So they were married at the Rock of Gibraltar, BUT because it wasn't a church wedding (that would happen 2 days later), Aunt's mother said no way, you are not officially married until it's Church Official, so you are staying with me in the hotel room tonight.

Aunt, being newly married and hot for Uncle, sneaked out of the hotel room in the middle of the night in sexy lingerie (that's literally the phrase she used when telling the story -- "sexy lingerie") and went to Uncle's hotel room...and he wasn't there! He was at the bar, drowning his sorrows about not being able to spend the night with his wife.

It all turned out fine in the end, because they had their church wedding and then went to Casablanca for a honeymoon, and then Aunt stayed in Morocco with Uncle for 10 months, which she said was like one long honeymoon.

Best wedding story EVER.

A 10 month honeymoon in Morocco sounds good to me.

I was just at an upstairs neighbor's post-Christmas cookie party where I was inducted into the wonders of K-Pop. And booze, but the latter was rather more expected.