Visited the family yesterday for Easter, which was nice. We had a delicious lunch, a light-hearted and thoroughly enjoyable argument about what an angry man I seem to be on the blog, and admired the very pregnant dog of theirs. I mused tentatively that it was sad I didn't have room for one of the puppies, only to have a brilliant solution suggested. Why don't I get rid of Polly? She's only a cat, after all. And who likes cats? Frankly, no-one really understood why I'd even bothered looking after her to this point.
This was such an amazing idea, I had to act on it right away.
That's not a gut - it's an optical illusion created by fur and light. And her starting to podge up a little.Thank god I have anonymous family members who simply don't like cats who can wisely suggest just not having one.
She did mew kind of sadly as the garbage truck picked up the bin this morning, though.
