I am on the Coast Starlight train to Portland.
The ever-awesome Heather is taking Pete and Tzepesh to the vet, because Tzepesh hasn't been eating much (if at all) for the past few days, and is quiet and listless.
Dear Powers That Be, there is nothing wrong with our cat. Right? RIGHT.
If folks could some good wishes and energy toward my household, that would be reassuring. Thank you!
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Would this kitty happen to be named after a Mr. Vlad?
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Pink flamingos are a disgrace to all vampires, really.
I still can't help but think of Vlad as "the inventor of the lawn ornament." My brain is a very strange place.
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