Theese days it's always.."KATIE KATIE KATIE". As if SHE were the only one on this here planet. Well, I am here to tell you that there are some other beings (sentient or otherwise) who capture my attention occasionally. Right now one of 'em happens to be our 14 year old cat, Nekko.

I am not sure if we should tell her the truth, that she's just been to the vet and got a big old tooth removed. And that they drained all the puss out of her cheek. And that they shaved all the hair off one of her legs.

Since she's currently doped up morphine (if I know her, she probably plans to stay that way for the rest of her life, that little junky) and since she is currently both emotionally and psychologically pliable, I am thinking we should just let her go on believing that she met god and he was a big blonde gay man hanging out in the lobby at the spca.

....And that he did those things to her? Wow, I have no idea what I was going to say next. Sorry internets for the gigantic brain fart and what it apparently did to my train of thought.