Starvation

In her mind, anyway. If I only ate two small meals a day I would be starving too.

The dreaded check up is tomorrow. This is where I have to pretend like I'm going to snuggle with her, instead scooping her up rapidly and stuffing her into the carrier without getting my arms and hands shredded. She'll go limp while they examine her and once I get her back home, she won't come near me for a week. Such is life with a cat that is half feral.

The project I am taking on as a birthday gift for best buddy is in full swing. I've sent emails to a hundred people letting them know that they're going to get a camera stuck in their face and have their birthday message recorded.