MONDAY

Caroline came down. Baby shower is duly moved and invitations are assembled and ready to send. Apparently part of what precipitated the phone call is that Mr. Caroline, who has owned a grand total of one (female) cat in his life, decided that his knowledge of dogs applied to cats, that this haaaaad to be a behavior issue, and that Fuzzy Had To Go. To the pregnant woman. (PS: Fuzzy did turn out to have a UTI.) He is just lucky that it was Caroline and not me, as I think my own reaction would have involved blunt instruments applied to his skull firmly and at high velocity. But, all's well that ends well; Fuzzy got to the vet and is going nowhere. Mr. Caroline got to scrub all the cat pee out of the carpet as penance. >:)