to the doc's

wicket and i are off to see the vet this afternoon, a lady vet downtown at a practice established in 1844.

w has no aches, nothing that needs bandaging; i just want to make sure i know what i'm doing with this new exercise/diet thing. we'll figure out a target weight and probably switch foods (i hear that my cat food of choice is "kitty junk food"!!).

the giant plastic carrier has been sitting in the kitchen since friday evening. i've even caught wicket sitting in it a time or two. ("Fool! Fool!" meera sez.) this morning i transfered it to the table. the challenge won't be wicket's resistance. it will be getting his bulk through the narrow opening.

to be continued...