First, blanket purrs to anyone who requested them yesterday.  Although I was
on line for a while, I was off after that, and had to mark everything read.
I got a new computer, and once I set it up to receive newsgroups (one of the
first things I did <G>), I couldn't sort through the thousands of messages
to see which ones I hadn't read before.

Now for the purr request:  This morning I took Lindy to TED for some dental
work.  That meant that I couldn't let her have any food or water after 8 PM
yesterday, and I couldn't give her the usual bedtime treats.  That made me
feel bad.  It felt worse when I forced her into the cat carrier, but I knew
it was for her own good.  I did talk to her on the way, but she cried all
the way anyway.

We had to wait a few minutes while a d-thing was checked in, and I had
various paperwork to fill out.  While I was nearing the end of the
paperwork, a vet's assistance came and took Lindy, carrier and all.  As I
walked out to the car, it hit me.  She's about 12 years old.  I know there's
always a risk with anesthesia.  And I didn't even tell her goodbye.  The
last time I touched her was when I stuffed her in the carrier.  My mind says
she'll come through it just fine.  My eyes don't seem to agree - they fill
with tears every time I think about it.

On top of that, and having to get up an hour and a half earlier than usual
(I'm retired), I'm worried about Nanki-Poo.  I heard barfing sounds in the
night.  He barfed a couple of times in the last couple of days, so I'm
pretty sure it was him.  After I got back from taking Lindy, I found the
barf (on the beige carpet, naturally).  It appeared to be mostly hairball,
but it was bloody!  He wasn't anywhere to be seen at that time, but he
appeared while I was eating my breakfast, came up in my lap, and seemed to
be his usual self.  He is a hunter, so I don't know if the blood is his or
that of something he was eating.

Joy