Once More Into The Breach... Maybe. Biggie Biggie Biggie

This morning, I found a tiny little bit of wet cat vomit that contained a piece of yarn and half of a small rubber thing. I was delighted to find it but I sure wish I'd also found the other half. He could have eaten it and it's on the way to obstructing. Or he could have not eaten it. Or thrown it up somewhere I can't find. Or pooped it out and I didn't see it. Or he could poop it out soon (it was the smaller half). And of course yarn bits are no surprise.

So we wait. He's lively this morning and right now demanding breakfast number two. So far so good. I can't stand the idea of going back to the vet. And, I suspect, he feels the same way. Plus my savings account can't afford it.

I got nothing on the agenda today except watching him like a hawk. Should be fun for both of us. Sigh.

At least he still has his appetitie

Biggie just bit a chunk out of my hand. Well, chunk is an exaggeration but it was a bloody mess and right next to where I burned myself on the oven. My right hand looks like a battlefield.

But otherwise, he still seems fine. I would so like to dodge this bullet. I did spend a long time on my knees with a flashlight crawling around looking. Not finding, but looking. I'm kind of impressed that my Under furniture spaces are not disgusting. The rewards of robot vacuum.

Biggie's now playing with Robby, actually. She keeps saying Starting To Charge. Which means he's knocking away from its moorings. Over and over again.

ljtourist's mother used to be a home ec teacher. Yesterday, he sent me a recipe for sugar cookies that she used to use in her class. It's trick is that the dough does not need to spend time in the fridge. You can go from I think I'll Make Cookies to eating one in about 30 minutes total. I copied it to my own notes and made a few tweaks. It really is the perfect sugar cookie recipe.

And shoot me dead if I ever bake with any butter other than Kerrygold. Ever. I'm not even going to buy any other butter. Ever. OMG what a difference. It blends right in. The other day, that butter never did get all the way blended after twice as long in the mix. Kerrygold it is. For now and Forever.

Ok now Biggie is eating the leftovers from breakfast number two and it's the canned stuff he doesn't even like. Maybe maybe we really did dodge a bullet. Ok, now he's trying to get outside. He tried the door. And the plate glass window. There's apparently a bird out there that he need to contact F2F. Sorry, buddy.

Yesterday I found the most interesting show on Showtime. End. It's Australian and it's really kind of fascinating. I'm going to get back to it today.

But, first I need to go make a run down to the dumpsters. And then maybe get some lunch.

Here's the latest square... number 5. I am really enjoying this pattern.