That enema made all the difference

for Penny. The next day she started to eat and drink and poop, per usual.



There's a little swelling of the surgery site, but nothing unusual. Her belly hair is growing back in.



I'm always telling Guy we should shave off all the cats' hair so we can see how tiny they really are. (He hates that idea.)

It actually took Miss Patty much longer to recover from Penny's surgery than Penny herself. Patty hissed and growled and generally adopted a surly tone for a whole week after Penny came home. We were worried.



She'd always been so loving. We even scheduled an appointment with a behavior specialist, but after some intensive playtime and shared treating, Patty's anxiety lessened to a point where we felt comfortable canceling that appointment (14 minutes before the deadline).

Everything is back to normal now.



With a few changes. We've banned unattended shoe laces from the house. Shoes are left outdoors, or put in the closet with the door shut. And both cats are forbidden from being in the closet unsupervised. It's for their own good.




ADDED: Penny's publicist informed me at dinner tonight that any statements about Penny receiving an enema are false and should be regarded as vicious gossip.

Craigslist, sleeping around

I thoroughly enjoyed this long article by a couple of middle-aged women who tried the casual dating scene on Craigslist.

Guy and I met on Craigslist--surely the most unlikely of places to meet for two gay men looking for a long-term relationship. Surfing the craigslist men seeking men ads is like having a vintage 1970s gay bar open up on your laptop, but without the music or cocaine. My only purpose in going there now usually has something to do with bringing a quick end to the night's insomnia if you know what I mean and I think you do.

Lo these 6 years, here we are, Guy and I, homeowners with two cats, a flat-screen TV, and little garden that I like to blog about on the Internets.