So it's Friday.
Some of you doubtless already saw this if you followed the links to where the cat geography map came from originally, but anyway this is pretty funny... too bad Lucy hates the vac so much; it'd be ideal for her. (Reading the fine print you'll see the reason it works with this particular cat is it's deaf.)
Speaking of... I wondered how she'd be with Sam gone all day yesterday. When we took Frankie to the vet overnight once in Cleveland, Lola would occasionally look for him around the house. Lucy never even wondered; she spread out as far as she could on various nap spots and occasionally came to say hi to me wherever I was, etc.
As of Sam's re-entry to our abode (I have to say that Stoned Sammers is fairly entertaining - as is his wont as king of the apt., he had to inspect everything but his body really didn't want to cooperate; either his legs would go out from under him or he'd just flop and sleep a few minutes, then continue his circuit), Lucy took a few whiffs and decided not only did he not smell familiar but apparently is completely ineligible for any re-getting-to-know-one-another. She has been under the bed ever since, except to come out to eat early this morning when she was able to sneak thru without seeing Sam. On her way back to the bed he was in her path so she took a few moments to hiss and growl quite savagely and then slink around him quickly to get back to her safe zone.
I really really hope they've worked things out by the time I get home, and without bloodshed. Sam of course seemed quite game to get reacquainted; admirably he didn't actively chase her this morning but just seemed kind of puzzledly curious. Yesterday of course he didn't feel up to chasing her nor would his hind legs have behaved even if he had wanted to (his hind end had the standard post-anesthesia mind of its own well into the evening). Lucy is such a dorkhead about stuff sometimes; she usually comes 'round at some point so hopefully she will with this as well. Can you imagine our house if those two couldn't be around each other?! It's only just barely big enough as it is... (I'm knocking wood again about it now.)
The only other dorky post-vet thing is I'm supposed to give him antibiotics twice a day... Last night's dose I got right down his throat but it made him gag over and over for about 3 minutes, which doesn't sound like much but looked very unpleasant and made me quite sad and anxious. This morning only about half the dose made it in his mouth and he probably spat out the portion that did. The vet did say the antibiotics were just a caution so hopefully if we continue at about this success rate he will still be fine. The Lucy issue is actually probably more urgent.