Results are coming back on the Admiral ( Read more... )

I try to do my best to mine own.

Sometimes my life borders on farce.

In a good way, tonight.

While only some of these cat behaviors were a surprise to me, I am left with the feeling that The Admiral might have ulterior motives.

I have never respected cats more.

The Admiral's kidneys are failing.

It's not acute yet, but he's started to show the signs; drinking too much water, having a wet jaw, urinating a lot.

I have to change his box weekly now, up from a much more lax schedule. His sitters have noticed it.

He was okay at his last physical, but that was months ago. I'm afraid he's made his choice.

For the life of me I cannot understand why people entrust me with privileged information.

I consider myself an inveterate gossip and horribly indiscreet.

When asked, everyone tells me that I can be told secrets because I seem sincere and trustworthy.

Whatever indiscretions I make are always calculated; the secrets I tell are already broken.

I think that I've broken through my holiday funk, at least for a bit.

My apologies to my friends who tried to get in touch.

Promises to cats I keep absolutely.

Ever inward, my retreat.

Do I dare disturb the universe?

I fall back into myself.

I'm not happy when I'm not being useful.