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I have been sitting here for ten minutes trying to come up with something…. anything to write about. I’m tapped. I don’t even have any thoughts to reject – no thoughts here.
Here’s a picture of Pfennig. She sat on my lap while I stared at the keyboard.
How ’bout some ideas for future brain stalls?
*sniff* I have a cold, or allergies or something, and am too pooped to post. Let me show my lazy cat who had to take a nap on the way to the food dish.
I broke down and took Pfennig to the vet. She’s had a crusty/goopy eye for an embarrassingly long amount of time. (Since….December? I don’t know.) She’s ok, just some conjunctivitis that may be blocking her tear ducts. The cute vet* said that we had two options – just do some eye medicine and hope that it cures everything, or put her under anesthesia and flush out her tear ducts with money. Of course, I’m trying the eye cream first.
It is much more pleasant taking Pfennig to the vet than Cricket. Cricket lashes out at everyone there and one time she bit all the way through my finger. Pfennig just trembles and shoots fur out in clouds. This time she got to stay in the box for the whole thing. (We don’t have a cat carrier since I gave it away with a kitten in it once. The box is far funnier.)
* I should say, “One of the cute vets”, for there are three – all cute.
What could happen if you let eye infections go too long? Ned can tell you….
 (Annette, this one’s for you.) The vent that heats the bathroom is under Lloyd’s sink. Can you guess who has known about this heating gold mine for ten years?Â