This time yesterday afternoon, I fully expected towrite an obituary for Puzzle today.
I'm happy to report that the obit isn't needed...yet. Yes, he is on borrowed time.
About a month ago, there was Something Wrong with Puzzle. He was eating constantly, but losing weight. He puked a lot, he was in the sandbox all the time. No fun for the cat!
Patty came out to the Farm (in her capacity of Veterinarian, although I do recall tea and scones being served, because a visit from Patty is always an excuse for a party) and pulled blood from the cat.
RESULTS (texted to me early the next day): the kitty's thyroid level was WAY TOO HIGH.
Meds were ordered and administered. Two weeks later, I sent Patty this video to show her the kitty's recovery:
I gotta admit that the cost of the meds is kinda high: about $50 / month. I would not necessarily spring for that much ongoing cost...but Puzzle is a special cat.
With the cat feeling much better, we went ahead with Thanksgiving l…
Claus of Death: a murder mystery
Anna had not cried.
She hadn’t yelled, or screamed insults.
She hadn’t even vomited—she was quite proud of that. She’d felt like puking over Alex and Finn and
Seamus and everyone else. But she hadn’t.
When the brawl had roiled out of the kitchen to where people
were gathered around the dining table, she’d looked over at Seamus on the bodhrán and the others on the step-up stage with her.
Seamus had grinned that easy grin at her, and, without
turning to face the rest of the band, raised his thumb up over his head—the
signal to pick up the already brisk pace of “The Rocky Road to Dublin”.
Jimmy on the flute gave a whoop and immediately
sped them up, and Anna went with the others where the beat led them, Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de-dah…. Down on the floor, she saw more fighters jump onto the
dogpile, while a few of the sensible ones—mostly moms with small kids, Anna
noticed—grabbed up and…