Best Laid Plans...

What's one to do when one comes home from a great afternoon with colleagues and finds his 20 year old cat stumbling around with a quarter length of his tail bent 90 degrees to the floor?  Well, not prepare for Date Nite with a yummy new cocktail like one planned, that's for sure.

The internet is a horrible thing at times.  Because after all of 120 seconds online and seeing that my poor cat's tail could be a symptom of anything from a fractured spine to a pelvic abscess, he was in his kitty carrier and out the door to the vet so fast he didn't know what hit him.

The Partner, though, awesome dude that he is, had it covered when we got home.  Chilly Ketels up with limes to get me through the shower and a schmear of Core Wellness Turkey & Chicken with a cold bowl of water on the side for the kitty.  Then a fantastic bottle of Guenoc petite syrah to accompany some great panko-crisped talapia with wild rice & broccolini (for me, not the kitty).

And here we are.  I'll try to post something on topic tomorrow.  Though we will be dining with friends at Girl and the Goat, so no promises there.

Meet Puck.... Not a fan of me right now.

(Oh, and if you're wondering, the Old Man, after 2 1/2  hours, a thorough palpitation, a neurological exam -- the details of which I will spare you -- and 4 x-rays, turns out he's in pretty good shape for a 20 year old.  Looks like some age-onset arthritis is effecting some vertebrae in his tail and some spurs in his hips.  A shot of pain-killer and a wrap and hopefully he'll be fine.  He probably forgot he's a feline geriatric and got carried away with the crazies and wacked his tail on something.  Hopefully, he'll be around for another 20 years.  Ha!)