I've been hoping that maybe she might not need the second shot, but she has begun licking herself, though no inappropriate peeing or apparent pain. Last night her right ear was very hot, and she didn't want me to look at it or rub it, so I'll have to ask him to take a look when I take her in tomorrow. We had a mighty thunderstorm last night. At one point there was a very close lightning strike a couple blocks to the southwest. It got us all sitting upright, and Micia went tearing from the living room back towards the basement, though she didn't go all the way downstairs. I think she's still afraid the door might get closed & she would be shut in down there. She'll follow me down, but she wants to come right back up. When we got home from the Memorial Day service at the high school, she plopped herself down by the Sansevieria and just looked at me as if to say, "I'm just thinking about chewing on this." But she didn't. We had a nice snuggle this morning before the service. The heat earlier this week made her VERY furry, so everything needs a good vacuuming.

When we came home from lunch at Cattlemen's with Joyce & Cliff yesterday there was a strong smell of urine in the kitchen--but no place else. We of course assumed she had used one of the rugs, though even when she was sick her urine didn't smell like that--it was reminiscent of Clement, our evil cat from the '80s. I tossed all the rugs downstairs & swept, but I also closed the window over the kitchen sink that I had opened for circulation. This morning the kitchen was no longer smelly, but neither was the laundry room that had the rugs in it all night, so I'm thinking one of the stray boys must have left a marker under the kitchen window.