Unwanted Commentary

To all of my filthy readers who may be curious and/or sympathetic, the Gray Cat appears to be in fine health and fully recovered from his ordeal. No worse for wear. When I got home yesterday evening he was romping and playing about. He seemed cozier than usual, but I suppose that we’ve forged a bond, the kind of bond one can only have with another living creature after pulling something out its rear end. Maybe he’s thankful. Maybe he’s just relieved to not have almost a foot of synthetic material winding its way through his intestines. Having never been in that situation I can only imagine what the sensation is like, though if I stop to think about it I get a little scared. I’m no veterinarian, but I’m sure the possibility of some dangerous, life threatening incident was quite high. Thankfully the boy seems to have tough plumbing. Though I did once hear of a Shitz Shu who passed a roofing nail…now that kind of puts things in perspective doesn’t it?

Anyway, day is about done and it is time for Happy Hour featuring Margaritas, starring Rosy and CiCi. So I shall wish everyone a happy, prosperous and ribbon free weekend!