The Gnome Is Home

The poor old cat came home last night, and things are back to normal except for the pills. It was something of a strain on our friendship last night: Panther's bad with his hands, and laid my forearm open with one deft swipe like he was gutting a trout. (We became friends again shortly after.) This morning went much more smoothly. He wasn't happy, but there was no rodeo. I learned from this Cornell site that you can put butter on a pill to help it go down. Pretty good trick—I like this Intramanet thingie. Plus which if you're apprehensive about doing something you can go online and look for advice and you're not exactly avoiding the inevitable. At least, it doesn't look that way.

I thought I could give you some heartwarming boy-and-his-cat pictures from last night, but there's no time. Film at 11, like they say.