rolanni | Good thoughts for Firefly, please

I see a robin in the tree outside my office.

Breakfast was onion, potato, mushroom, tomato, sausage link ... stirfry, let's say. With shredded cheese added at the table.

For those coming in late, Firefly has gone to the vet because she is clearly not well, and is being held for examination and bloodwork, since there were no Actual Appointments available today.

Tali and Rook have apparently decided that the best use of their (diminished) resources is for one of them to Keep A Very Close Eye on me while the other searches the house. I am currently under the censorious eye of Arbiter Rook Thunderpaws. This is actually very kind of them, even with the censoring, since I'm kind of a wreck.

Offers of assistance are appreciated, but right now -- waiting is.

In a few minutes, I'll put waiting to work, on account the Cast of Characters ain't gonna finish itself.

When I called the vet to explain the problem, I first said, "Her tail's broken," and than had to back up and explain that, unless something is Very Wrong, Maine Coon cats carry their tails high and proud. I had done what inspections I could, but found nothing apparent, thus my call on the experts. Firefly *was* purring when she was sitting on my lap this morning as we took the happy light, but something's clearly wrong. I'm very grateful that her regular vet was able to let me bring her in, so she could be examined and tested as time presented itself in her very full day.

So, that's where we are here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory. Waiting for a phone call and trying not to freak.

I'll check back in when there's something to report.