Our Cat

Some of you know we have a cat named Bunyan (a.k.a Bunny, Bun-Buns, Bunny-Buns). I have a love-hate relationship with this cat. He is really sweet, and actually acts more like a dog than a cat. He always wants affection and love. He wants to be in the middle of everything you are doing. He walks under your feet causing people to trip over him. He's not the Garfield-like picture you think of when you think of a cat.

A little over a week ago, we let him out as we usually did every morning...when he came back, he had a huge (1 1/2 in) gash in his left hind leg. It wasn't actively bleeding, so we thought we'd let it heal on it's own. But as time passed and as Bunny continued to lick his wound to keep it clean we noticed that not only was the hair around it falling out, but with the hair gone the muscle was visible in the wound (sorry for the discriptiveness).

Hubby took him to the animal hospital today and he is staying overnight for surgery (not inexpensive) :( I seem to like him a lot more now. I hope he will not be to scared in a strange place overnight.

Pouting...

...but I'm really trying not to :(

My sweet hubby and a few of his guy friends are currently driving somewhere no woman can ever go. Most women wouldn't want to go there... but I do. Most women would find it boring...I would find it intellectually stimulating. Most women wouldn't like the smell...but I miss the smell. But alas, even though I want to go...I'm not allowed to...no women are...unless you dress up like a man (which one woman did).

Yes...today is the day of Hoagies and Stogies.

Tom McManus and Gene Cook are debating. Today it's postmillenialism vs. ammillenialism. Although Gene is an excellent debater, postmils are gonna win :) But I won't be there to join in the victory dance, or shout in the cheers of triumph. Oh, sigh...whimper...and pout.