Some things I cannot predict. Like walking in the house to see Louis Cat sprawled out on the laundry room floor with his eyes glassy and his breathing shallow and raspy. That was an oh-schidt moment. Y'all know that Louis is my little sweetheart and that I love him so much that The Hottie Priest told me it's almost a sin. (Probably calling Father Stephen "The Hottie Priest" is a sin, too, but I digress.)
Anyhow. I called the vet but she couldn't see him because she was in surgery, so she told me I should take him to the animal hospital in Concordia, 30 miles away. I was scared. Louis was scared. Cats just don't feel the same way about car rides that dogs do.
|Florian is very happy|
that his friend
All this is a long way of telling y'all that I didn't work on the house last week at all. Maybe this week will be better.