Daily Cat Log

Yesterday morning's hairball was, in retrospect, just a baby. The mother hairball was waiting for me when I came home; it had been yocked up onto my ottoman. Fortunately, that is one of the pieces of furniture that I cover with an old towel, so it was remove the towel, brush off the hairball and wash the towel with some other cat towels.

On the Plan of the Day for today is a trip for Gracie to the vet's office. She is getting her posterior shaved down in order to cut down on the poo-berries. I dragged out the carrier last night, as she hides as soon as she hears the clanking of the metal door. I have to use an open-top carrier for her, one with a top that swings back, for it's far easier to drop her into the carrier than it was to shove her through the door of one.