My Day

This will be my only post tonight. There's something wrong with Comcast. The Internet is running at a snail's pace and there are no selections on any of their On Demand channels. So, I took Chito to the vet today. He was a big hit. I had no problem getting him into the carrier and when he got out, instead of jumping off the table and hiding under a chair, he had his nose into everything. They kept remarking on his great disposition. He put up with everything, except when the vet put a microchip into his back. Judging from the size of the needle, that probably hurt, and he did some growling. But as soon as the needle was out, he was back to normal. The only problem the vet had was he couldn't stop Chito from purring so he could listen to his heart. I told him there was no off switch. The only thing left to do is the dreaded fecal sample. I have to keep an eye on him and collect a sample the next time he goes. One thing about this cat, when he hits the litter box, it reeks to the ceiling. It wakes me out of a sound sleep and I don't give the litter box the 10 minutes it takes to automatically dispose of it, I do it manually, throw in a bunch more litter and spray it with an odor destroyer (which doesn't work). I added one cat and doubled my consumption of Fresh Step. I'm going to have to take my car in to the body shop. I counted at least four scrapes and one ding this morning. Gotta get that taken care of before I find myself driving Jed Clampett's truck. Time to hit Publish and hope this thing posts so I can go to bed. Feather pillows and fleece sheets await -- and three cats.