Wild Monkeys!

Our beloved Dalilah, aka Pokey-Paw, a Chartreux cat, is ill with a severe bladder infection, right on the heels of another one a few weeks back. She's fifteen and we've had many health scares over the last six years, so we're certainly sensitive to the possibility of saying goodbye to her this time. But subcutaneous fluids and antibiotics have restored her appetite, which had been scarily absent, so we'll see. This time we have the complexity of having a three-year-old who's lately been learning a lot about the natural world, including death, in the picture. On the other hand, it could be a really healthy, positive thing for her, handled correctly. Anyway, we're all just trying to keep Dalilah alive, or, failing that, comfortable.

Update: she is doing much better, thankfully.

I was going to post something about how delicious the fried potatoes I made for breakfast were, with garlic and onion and oregano and cumin and a little sherry, and how fun it was to take WD to the park to swing in the cold clean air, walking back through a tapestry of leaves, but the cat is lying on my stomach and making it very hard to see what I'm typing.