In some ways, Mist has been been withdrawing from our lives for some time — spending lot of time sleeping, always at home, demanding only petting if you happen to be on the couch. The one place I had him on my radar constantly, though, was in the morning, when, for the last number of months, I’ve had to give him a thyroid (well, thyroid-suppressing) pill, and, for the last week, a pain pill on top of that.
It was very odd not having to do that this morning, or not get an IM from Margie asking if I’d “pilled the cat.”
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