Fishermen Out of Water; More Cat Stuff

Last night Kristine and I had dinner at Arbor Brewing. While we waited for our food to come, a party trouped in wearing full fishing regalia--fishing vests, hats, fishing-theme T-shirts. No waders, though some wore wading sandals. A few even carried fishing rods. I didn't get the feeling they'd come in for a post-angling pint--the fishing rods had some kind of tags on them, and these people looked way too clean. They all wore some kind of green button on their fishing vests, so I thought they might have part of some presentation or skit. There was some kind of event underway on Main Street when we got there last night--music, streets blocked off, lots of people milling around (including a significant number in formal wear). I don't know what it was, since it had concluded by the time we left the pub (and no, that wasn't at closing time...). Had the fisher-manqués been taking part in that? No way of knowing, and I didn't wonder too much about it, either. Seeing them made me think mainly of the outings I still want to take this year. There really is no getting away from this obsession.

As if my cat didn't have enough problems. When the vet took a blood sample on Wednesday, he shaved a part of Pavlov's neck to get a clean access for the needle. I hadn't realized how much fur had been taken until this morning. Pavlov is a longhair, and normally, the spot the vet shaved would be puffing out nearly an inch from his body. Lookin at him from above or from the side, or from any distance, your probably wouldn't notice the bare spot--I hadn't before. Not so from close up.

This morning, he began the day (or maybe MY day) as he often does, laying on the bed about six inches from my face, glaring at me. I'm afraid breakfast has never come early enough for him, even before his appetite went into overdrive. When you look at him straight on, the shaved spot makes him look like he's missing half his neck, like there's a chunk gone between his head and chest. It's kind of sad, yet kind of funny too. Times like this, I really wish I had a digital camera.