And now, the cat

This morning, Pig wended her away around everyone's feet, mewing repeatedly. Not meowing--that's not her style--just mewing rather piteously.

She's a champion at faking that we've forgotten to feed her, so we didn't pay too much attention. When Greg came downstairs, he checked her water dish and cleaned and refilled that (I'd already put food down for her).

Then we all went off on our individual days.

After an entire year in my new job, I spent about 4 1/2 hours this afternoon cleaning out files and making new files to clear off my desktop and tabletop. Tedious, dirty (since my office is located inside a factory), but ultimately satisfying.

When I got home, Greg was sitting on the floor petting Pig. It turns out that one of her bottom teeth, one of the big ones on the corner of her lower left jaw, is loose--in fact, pushed out at a weird angle.

She's 13 1/2 years old, so this kind of thing is rather to be expected, but you still feel sorry for her. She desperately wants to drink but apparently that's quite painful. She did eat about 1/3 of her normal amount of food, but still, something obviously has to be done.

So tomorrow morning, Pig is going to the vet to be put to sleep--not permanently, just with an anesthetic! They'll take care of the loose tooth and check her out for other issues.

We used to be religious about taking our cats in for annual checkups, but since Butterscotch died and we later found out Pig has diabetes, we've kind of been letting things slide. Frankly, it was a relief not to have to chase the Pig from under the furniture to get her into the cat carrier every year.

Nonetheless, Pig is off tomorrow to be seen. I hope she doesn't read this post in the meantime or we'll never find her.