Cat and Matt

The cat's been fine, which I no longer take for granted, believe me. The only problem lately is that in about a day and a half he figured out the routine: pills morning and evening. So in the mornings and evenings he keeps an eye on me, and if I show any sign of being about to swoop down on him and shove pills down his throat, he heads for one of his bomb shelters. He goes behind a bookshelf, for instance, and I direct a stream of irritated verbiage at him, asking him if he liked it better at the hospital and quoting Shakespeare on ingratitude, and then I leave the room. It's become like a game of wits, James Bond against some wily Russian counterpart, tit for tat. You'd think a human would be able to outwit a cat, but frankly I'm just staying even with him. And there's 18 days worth of antibiotic left. This could get interesting.