Toast is home now, and looking remarkably lively considering what she's been through. The worst bit was a couple of nights ago, when the vet told us that she had stopped breathing at about 2:30 in the morning, that they had gotten her revived and her heart rate was back up, but that she would need a blood transfusion. That part was bad ( Read more... )

There have been complications following Toast's surgery. We were up until three or so last night, with phone calls from the vet. This afternoon we went to the clinic to visit her, and she seemed more alert than I might have expected, but they say she's still on pretty shaky ground. So everything is still all horrible suspense, while we wait to see ( Read more... )

Toast has been sick. She started seeming a bit lethargic last Thursday, and looked like something hurt—she didn't seem to want to move around much. So Jack Spade called up the vet to make an appointment for her, but because it was coming up on a holiday weekend, nothing was available until Tuesday. However, by Saturday she had stopped eating and ( Read more... )

As the day and night divide the light from the darkness, so does the careful cutting of the pizza divide the onion from the non-onion. And as the Solstice means that the light will increase, so does the presence of Aunty Deluvian mean that the next pizza will have a vastly increased quantity of onions ( Read more... )