Well, we've managed to pull through the recent unpleasantness. Our juice is
back on, still have trouble getting anything Usenet on the Apple. Isn't RPCA
available through Google or something? And oh yeah, we now have our phone
back, and a mountain of cleanup expenses to go with the pile of wood in the
back that used to be a venerable maple tree!

During the recent unpleasantness, Sabrina was getting rather surly and was
itching like all hell. We took off her collar and found a scabby ring around
her neck; I don't blame her for being nasty one bit, I suppose I'd be too if
I had the Rash of Evil. So we ran her into the good doctor (a gentle man, Dr.
Scott, and so sweet with The Matron that even she stopped cussing) and found
that she's got a nasty little allergy to, more than likely, fish-based chow.
Coincidentally, the stuff we got during the storm (Petsmart being closed for
several days, we shlepped over to the local grocery store and their shelves
were wearing thin) was indeed quite fishy, and that was when she started
scratching in earnest. The doctor gave her a corticosteroid and we gave her a
nice bowl of beefy goodness.

This morning she came out of her sulky hiding and was purring all over Louie.

We found out too that she's not quite as matronly as we'd thought. Her teeth
are in such excellent shape that Sabrina's estimated age is now closer to
five or six years, not the ten we originally thought. No wonder she argues
with Roxie with such gusto! Think of two sorority sisters who want to be the
lady of the house. Where those two learned that *#*&*#@$ language, I have no
idea!

Blessed be,
Baha