| Wednesday, January 18, 2006, 2:49:27 PM |
I packed my cat into her little basket and took her to the clinic. I had phoned a colleague of mine to give me a lift to town - sometimes it can be bothersome not to be able to drive and have a car (On the other hand, had my parents not had a car, they might still be alive ...). But my colleague Peter, the violin teacher, is very nice and helps me out when he can. I helped him out now and then in the past, too, when he was in need and felt like snuggling and I did, too, so we ended up in bed a few times over the years. Now he just smiled when he asked me how I was and said he had heard that I had become rather "homely" lately and wished me good luck. I was shocked: Has it already come that far? Because my Dictonary of Synonyms says that homely can mean "housebound, cosy, comfortable, simple, plain, and unattractive". Oh. Oh. The good news is that my feline friend was a brave cat and faced the injection without even a plaintive miow. Unfortunately it can take rather long until healing sets in, but it's at least not life threatening. So there is much hope that nothing can mar the beautiful friendship of us two homely girls. |
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