The Riders of the Sidhe, John Kirby Duncan
Finished The Faith Of A Writer by Joyce Carol Oates, and finished the second part of An Instance of the Fingerpost. That part saddened me, not the narrator, who was despicable, but the course of events. Also, this week, started reading The Prestige.
Last Friday I took Levi to the vet’s to get SoftPaws. Seeing as his claws had become mini-scythes, and seeing as he’s a mischievous sneak-attacker, and seeing as my ankles, arms, and the furniture needed rescuing, it was time for the SoftPaws. All the way to the vet, Levi complained in his soft kitty carrier. He was most unhappy. At the vet’s he had such feline hysterics, carrying on as if he were being roasted over live coals, he had to be sedated, and I had to leave him and pick him up after a couple hours when he was revived and perky again. Now SoftPaws are a simple thing–they place kitty in a holster and secure little plastic thingies over kitty’s claws (I have them do just the front paws.) and it’s done. Takes all of fifteen–twenty minutes. Taffy never puts up a fuss, doesn’t bother her one bit.
Once I got Levi home, he deposited his opinion of his traumatic morning on the rug in front of his litterbox. Cheeky little furbutt.
I’ve decided to set A Lamentation of Swans aside for awhile. I’m going to work on Silk River.
