Adventures in Cats

As those who have been playing along at home may remember, young Scrabble, our calico-of-all-work, came to us through a work-study program sponsored by the local animal shelter. Scrabble had been on temporary assignment as Assistant Manager and Night Shift Supervisor at Animal House pet supply store when we met her, and kinzel was so taken with her self-possession, efficiency -- and let's be truthful -- the neat turn of an ankle in spotless white tights, that we brought her home.

Before the outplacement, Scrabble had been a Cat of the World, having apparently gone walkabout at a very young age, and lived by her wits for an unspecified period of time before coming under the care of the kind folk at the shelter.

All of our cats are indoor cats. We explained this to Scrabble when she first came to us, and, indeed, the people at Animal House reported that she stayed as far away as possible from the door. She came to us in a November, showed no interest in the Great Outdoors all through the winter, except to observe it through the windows. Came spring, though, and she took to darting out the door and racing around the front yard until kinzel and I captured her and brought her in. We had a few weeks of this, and then she lost interest in the outdoors again. I should mention that Scrabble has had The Operation, and so should not be seeking male companionship.

This year, Scrabble has broken out at least half-a-dozen times, last night being the worse instance yet -- because we didn't know she gotten out. When kinzel stepped onto the deck to commune with the stars directly before we went to bed, as his is pleasant habit -- he was nearly bowled over by a Calico Streak: Scrabble, tearing back into the house.

We were horrified, but relieved, thinking that perhaps this adventure (it had rained off and on last night) had cured her. But -- no. This morning, she was out the door again, and led kinzel a merry chase before being captured and carried ignominiously
inside, where she is currently In Disgrace.

Anybody have any ideas how to keep this cat inside?

A sign! It's a sign!

'way back in 1975 I fell in love with The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes' Smarter Brother. No one else of my acquaintence had ever seen it, and when I tried to find a tape -- and, later, a DVD -- to show them how great this film was, there were none to be had.

Today, Amazon let me know that Sigerson, Orville and the great Jenny Hill are now available on DVD. I zapped over, saw that it was so, consulted the checkbook and regretfully concluded that I could not in conscience buy it, so I dropped it in my Wish List and went back to the SRM orders I was recording, and do you know? The very next order? The customer lives on...


....wait for it....





...yes, yes, it's coming....










Moriarity Street.

The Dulsey Report

The results of the biopsy are in. Dulsey has Irritable Bowel Syndrome, which is not the news we were hoping to have, but is consistent with the symptoms. It's looking like steroids and/or special food -- we're not sure what other options there are, but we're obviously not taking any steps until the stitches are removed. We'll talk to the doctor then and see what seems best to do.

I got a bit behind today by reason of taking a couple hours off this afternoon to go for a ride with kinzel. It was quite warm -- upper sixties -- blue and sunny. Summer has come to Maine!

Thanks to those who made suggestions on keeping Scrabble to house. We did have a couple cats who would willingly walk on a leash, so we'll give that a try first.

Progress on the Book Without a Name

46,258 / 98,000 (47.2%)