...Now, with a decree from my cat!
Work was bad. I slept poorly yesterday so I was cranky to begin with.... I think I transferred that grumpiness to the analyzers as I had to quarrel with a few of them.
*Trumpeting fanfare* Hear ye, Hear ye! Her Royal Majesty, the Queen Cockleburr, the World's Grouchiest Cat, would like to announce that her check up at the Royal Doctor's went well this morning. Despite the fact that Her Grace is of "senior cat" status, she is in remarkably good health. The Royal Doctor was quite impressed with Her ability to jump and squirm. Since Her Ladyship is in later years, he suggested a few things (trying a new food to help prevent kidney failure, a hairball remedy to lube up her guts, etc), administered some vaccinations and drew a bit of blood from Her hindleg for analysis. In discussions with the Royal Physician, I mentioned that, since Her Majesty is sixteen, she is always wanting to borrow the car. He found that quite amusing... so he's just as mad as the rest of us here. :) It is with much praise that we sing the glories of Her Majesty in that she did not vomit or defaecate in the Royal Carriage on the way to or from the Royal Physician's Office. All hail Her Majesty!
I'm off to finish CoonWulf's present... and package up a few things. Tomorrow, I have to take my car to the garage for the same thing that Cock just had done (check up). (YES! That is the cat's nickname!)
*Trumpeting fanfare* Hear ye, Hear ye! Her Royal Majesty, the Queen Cockleburr, the World's Grouchiest Cat, would like to announce that her check up at the Royal Doctor's went well this morning. Despite the fact that Her Grace is of "senior cat" status, she is in remarkably good health. The Royal Doctor was quite impressed with Her ability to jump and squirm. Since Her Ladyship is in later years, he suggested a few things (trying a new food to help prevent kidney failure, a hairball remedy to lube up her guts, etc), administered some vaccinations and drew a bit of blood from Her hindleg for analysis. In discussions with the Royal Physician, I mentioned that, since Her Majesty is sixteen, she is always wanting to borrow the car. He found that quite amusing... so he's just as mad as the rest of us here. :) It is with much praise that we sing the glories of Her Majesty in that she did not vomit or defaecate in the Royal Carriage on the way to or from the Royal Physician's Office. All hail Her Majesty!
I'm off to finish CoonWulf's present... and package up a few things. Tomorrow, I have to take my car to the garage for the same thing that Cock just had done (check up). (YES! That is the cat's nickname!)