Ok, not everything, but a lot.
No, this isn’t Geoff posting.
To continue on our slightly macabre thread from yesterday, I’m following up with this story that popped up on Boston.com the other day. I am hoping that this one won’t generate the Google hits that yesterday’s post did. Traffic we like, really disturbing search terms bringing people here, not so much.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day. As I write this thousands of Bostonians are going out to traditional Irish-like watering holes to drink themselves into oblivion on green beer and bad bar food. Geoff and I didn’t have much to do today other than a doggie play date this morning and a few errands. On his way home from running errands, Geoff stopped at the nearest Burger King and got us each a meal.
As my tolerance for Scratch’s shenanigans and general level of aggression was rapidly nearing an end, we took him to the vet last week. Once we explained to her what was going on and my theory that, perhaps, he was actually a cryptorchid, he had a physical exam that included a check to see if he was, in fact, producing testosterone. This physical exam is not unlike making him turn his head and cough, but in male cats it is a bit more invasive.
Neither of us is exactly sure what happened today, but for some reason we’ve had 189 hits today. So far.