It’s been a lovely Saturday here in Fayetteville, Arkansas, USA. Please to enjoy an impressionistic shot of brilliant sun on the turning leaves.
Again I find out about my errors only after the fact.
I made an appointment with our new vet – nothing serious, just more tussle with stubborn fleas and ears and claws I’m too much of a weeny to want to try to clip and, otherwise, just meet-and-greet in pawson with the new vet –
– but I made this appointment on Caturday. I cringe to admit it. Now I feel like I do when I eat on Yom Kippur.
In my defense, I plead ignorance (again). I know it’s no excuse. But I just did not know until now that Caturday has its own special observances. Extra nap-time. Photo sessions. Appearances on Catsparella. All like that.
Bugs: Dadgummit ma! I don’t know whether I’m coming or going here. These useless stubs for claws? They’re supposed to be good for what now? They are absolutely ruined. And item: My ears itch like a catcher’s crotch (and my claws are useless to scratch them with. This could be strike three, ma, you know what I’m saying? I don’t care that St. Louis won. This has absolutely no meaning to me. Except that cardinals are birds and they should be eaten, all of them). And speaking of eating, item: I notice you fed me a little less for dinner. I need not comment about that because that kind of thing is beneath notice. You will go back to the old ways and you will do this immediately without discussion. And item: I stink to high heaven. Flea medicine, you say? I prefer the fleas. I had a little circus going on back there I was quite attached to. Can’t you ever leave well enough alone?
Bean: [Sigh.] Bugs. Pay attention. You skipped one of the most important items. Don’t look at me like that. You know what I’m talking about.
Bean: Teeth, Bugs. Remember what the vet said about your teeth?
Bean: She said they were great, Bugs. Great.
Bean: Go lie down.
Now he’s quiet at last, I can get down to the business plan. I need to contact Oldcat about a comment I read over there.
I’m thinking we can use grasshopper corpses in cat toothpaste. The extra crunch, as Oldcat suggests, must be good for the enamel. And the leftover legs would be the very thing as dental floss. JhaJha, are you listening? Reduce, reuse, recycle. A money-making idea at last.