July 14th, 2008


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Handsome Tom, the big black tomcat that started visiting us this past May, has completely adopted Don and I. He attended our party a little over a week ago, and he's there most mornings to walk us to our cars as we head off to work. When it's hot out, he lounges under the gardening table or the rhodedendron, but should we come outside he always trots over and graciously allows us to skritch him. He loves being brushed. He has, unlike Esme, excellent table manners.

I never did the old note-on-the-collar deal, but it's pretty clear that he doesn't have another home. Since we already have a houseful of kitties and Thomas is very much an outdoor cat, we've decided to make sure he's the healthiest outdoor cat he can be. To that end, I took him to the vet this morning, where he'll be getting blood work and shots and de-worming and - sorry, Tom! - the old snippity-snip. Now, everything hinges on the blood work being clean. If he's got Feline Leukemia... well, I gave permission to do what must be done. I somehow managed not to burst into tears at the very thought. Thing is, if you have any spare happy healthy thoughts for the old boy, please send them his way!

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Handsome Tom update

First of all, thanks to everyone for their positive thoughts and for your praise of Handsome Tom's handsomeness.

Now to the news: he's healthy! Well, he has tapeworm, but they're giving him an injection for that. I couldn't promise them I'd be able to dose him myself. Apart from trying to launch himself out of the carrier, Thomas was very well behaved. He's received his shots, although he has to go back in three weeks for boosters. And, of course, he's no longer quite the man he used to be. I'll pick him up later this afternoon. We shall see how angry he is with me. heh.
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This is the last Handsome Tom post today, I promise.

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In non-HT news, I made the trek to the laundromat today. I figured I'd do every bit of laundry I had so that we'll be okay until the machine is *crosses fingers* fixed on Friday. Four loads, that was. And do you know how much each load cost? THREE FRELLING FIFTY!!!!! Three fifty! That's insane! For three fifty a load, I really shouldn't have to deal with the children pushing each other around in the laundry carts, or the ten year old who keeps putting crap in his mouth even though his mother has told him forty seven times not to do so, or that selfsame mother who clearly doesn't intend to follow up her threats with any consequences, or the cranky toddler who whinged for twenty five minutes, or crappy soap operas on the TV. Just sayin'.