Happy Friday the 13th! Today’s lingerie model is at the beach, covered in sand. Given the way she’s dressed (or not dressed), she likely has sand in an uncomfortable place. Hope she was well-paid for the gig.

The vet just called. Grimoire is doing fine, but uninterested in food. They’ll keep him for a while longer and see if he’ll eat. It may be he’s just pissed off at being at the vet’s.

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I went out, picked up the final car part we’d ordered, picked up DVDs (“Chicago” for tonight and “Alex & Emma” for tomorrow night; they were out of “Intolerable Cruelty”) and groceries. Got home to discover an e-mail from Amy: the appt she had this morning was actually for this evening (despite the clear “a.m.” on the paperwork they gave her). I’m hoping she can come over tomorrow night instead.

Meanwhile, Cat called to say she has a headache and since everyone else seems to be leaving work early today, she’s on her way home. So it looks like we’ll have a late lunch together.

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I think Charlie is secretly in love with Grimoire. Like those childhood crushes where you punch the other person a lot as a twisted sign of your interest. She’s been very vocal since he’s been gone, even though she has food and water and litter. I came home from running errands to find she’d shredded a Kleenex all over the bed. That’s a first. Usually she just steals pens off my desk, or once she stole the dental floss container from the bathroom and brought it down the hall. But this is new.

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The other day, when Dennis was putting in the screen door, he stepped on a bag of bird feed, thinking it was a bag of concrete. Unsurprisingly, it split open, spilling feed along the back step. Well, let me tell, you the little birds of spring are having a freaking field day. I wish I could see them from where I sit—but I get a lot of views of them swooping by, and one even sat on the windowsill for a moment.

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I visited Grimoire this afternoon. He still wasn’t eating, so they suggested I bring in some food he likes. He ate a few bites of Trader Joe’s Tuna for Cats, but that was about it. The worst part was, one of his paws had swelled up because of the catheter. Now, he doesn’t have small paws to begin with, what with his extra toes and all. But now his paw was twice its normal size and looked like a snowshoe. This was _after_ they’d already loosened everything, too. It absolutely gutted me. He didn’t seem to be in pain, but still. I let him out of the cage so he could walk around a little bit (trailing his IV tube), and then he sat on my lap and hissed and growled at the bunnies in the next cage. He’s not a hissy growly cat, either.

He’s staying there again tonight, as a boarder. They’re taking him off the IV and will give him oral meds, and continue to see if he eats (and subsequently keeps it down). If all is well, I can bring him home in the morning. They can’t find anything actually wrong with him, so all should be well. I miss him, though, and I know he’s miserable there.

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Tonight, Cat and I ordered pizza and watched two episodes of “Tru Calling”, one episode of “Joan of Arcadia”, and one episode of “Will & Grace”. We also ate cookie dough, had massive sugar rushes, followed by massive sugar crashes. The rushes were pretty funny, though; we got extremely giggly and giddy.

And now it’s late and we’re off to our respective beds.