The orange tomcat continues to hang around, come over to be petted, and look inquiringly when I go in or out the door.

NOT WHILE HE HAS NUTS!!!

But . . . I think his name is Leo. Granted he has tiger markings, but his color is a really pale yellow-orange--more like a lion. Hence, Leo.

And ?Leo? decided today that sitting on top of the Jimmy was a most excellent idea. That's a rather possessive act. BadCat has absolutely no problems with him. CC is quite curious. Fabian ignores the whole thing.

I went out late this afternoon to pick up a prescription, but discovered that Slidell had a parade today. That meant that there was no way I could get to the drugstore until it was over. Once I finish this I'll go pick it up. Then I can take off my shoes and bra and be comfortable for the rest of the evening.

Trying to decide whether to work M, W, Th this week, or T, Th, F. I'll probably do the latter--next week work doesn't start till Thursday because of Mardi Gras. Actually, because of Lundi Gras, Mardi Gras, and Ash Wednesday--aka recovery and pick-up-the-trash day.

I need to contact my vet and see if he does surgeries still. BK he did them at a New Orleans East facility, which (of course) is no more. He can do minor things in his mobile office--hope that a denutting is among them. Even if ?Leo? never comes inside, he needs to be fixed.

Time to head out to the drugstore.