Our two female cats had their vet visits, and since Thor the cat’s visit is coming up, I wanted to make sure he would fit in our current carriers. I was not hopeful, but I poked him in one and he was able to turn around and come out, which is one of the criteria to show the carrier is big enough. The crates are rated to 20 pounds, which has to be liquid cat measurements, because there is no humane way our stiff, dense, 20-pound dog would fit.

Later, my eldest was in the right position to snap a picture when Thor crawled into the carrier on his own, turned around, and laid down. Yay.

After replacing his collar four times, I found out how Thor the cat was breaking the buckle: with his teeth. Rather than risk a broken tooth, I am letting him go collarless. He is chipped, so if he freaks and escapes, there is that. He looked so handsome with his black collar, sigh.

I’m sure the collar was interfering in his regular baths. He is a very fastidious cat.

I draped some white fabric over my workbench to take some photos and the next thing I know it had sprouted a cat. The particular cat that chose the spot is Izzy, who has the most black hairs of all our cats. There must be some universal law of attraction.

As an aside, it doesn’t matter what color I wear, there is a cat on the property that has contrasting fur.