Missy and I have just returned from the vet's office. She has an ear infection that I have treated at home for a week or so, but the problem has not improved to my satisfaction so it was time for professional attention.
Missy, my one remaining cat, is (as you might imagine) my cosseted baby. What is it, I wonder, about old ladies and their cats? She definitely rules the roost around here. It might be better to say that "I am owned by a cat" rather than "I own a cat."
Although the streets are clear, there is still ice on vegetation and utility wires. The temps are still below freezing at this writing but I won't complain: My Nebraska daughter called me yesterday to report that it was -17 at her home place -- and that wasn't the wind chill! Double "brrrr!"
Tomorrow is also a day.