It’s been a while since I posted anything about our cats, Plato and Lydia. Since several of my friends and family get their share of Vincent updates from here I thought I’d mention them a bit. Plus, I’m completely bored, waiting for Dan to get here so I can go home, go to Wal-Mart, buy a replacement pot for the one I bought that was too small, cook Chicken Tikka Masalla Red Beans and Rice, and get to Michael’s house for the potluck – all before 7pm.
But back to the cats.
Plato has recently started getting a nasty hotspot on the back of his neck. Hot spots are places that animals scratch and scratch and scratch and scratch, etc… usually due to some sort of allergy. I’m seriously thinking about buying a air filter or something. I think it may have something to do with how little we clean and how dusty the house can get. We’re such slobs.
Lydia is slowly becoming a cat. She’s starting to be bad, finally. It’s odd to be happy that your cat is clawing at the furniture, but it’s also much better than having her hide out under the bed 17 hours of the day. Next I’m going to get her to understand the concept of “playing.” Right now, if you throw her a toy, she’ll kind of knock it once, then stare at it as if she’s trying to figure out what she’s supposed to be doing next. Bless her furry little neurotic heart.
I can’t believe they’re both almost a year old. Time flies.
