... on a junction box in Atwater Village. An idyllic looking Veterans' Day view - before the rain rolls in later this week, and before today started to go in entirely the wrong direction, when we realised that our dear Moth had badly broken one of her lower canine [not a good name for a cat] teeth - probably yesterday, when she was being chased by Gramsci and banged into a table - which is now at right-angles to her jaw and sticking out. She doesn't seem to be in pain ... She was seen this afternoon by her regular vet; goes in for a pre-surgery consultation on Thursday (by which time, planes permitting, I'll be out of town) - and then we'll see what needs doing. Gramsci should be in the dog house, but instead of which he's sitting on my printer and gravely impeding me producing a conference paper to take with me.
Oh no! Poor Moth. I hope her dental surgery goes well... Gramsci, don't be like that!
ReplyDeleteGrams is, of course, completely unrepentant. More news after Alice takes Mothy in for her consult ... meanwhile, her strict diet has been modified to allow her painkillers (in *case* she needs them - who can tell? - to be surrounded by a thick layer of Churu ...)
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