Yeah, I know Washington is a burning swamp, and the Koch boys have their beady eyes one re-writing the US Constitution, and the GOP wants to turn the Supreme Court into a frat house, but I’m not here for that today. Today, I am here to tell you that since the end of July, that skinny Siamese cat that wandering onto our property has more than doubled his body weight. We have gone through just about every antibiotic known to veterinary science and finally seem to have beat back all the critters squatting in his gut. (Seriously, if the last one hadn’t worked, we were headed towards “compounding.” I’ll bet that’s cheap, right?) He is a very pleasant little guy. He is still sleeping in his box, because he can’t be completely trusted to always use his box, but he’s getting better every day.

I pestered Dr. Evil for weeks, just repeating one question: So, are you keeping him? Until she finally relented and squeaked out a tiny “Yes.” We said we were going to go petless for a while and see what that felt like, but ya know, sometimes the pet chooses you.