I took Professor Wafflesworth to the vet this morning, partially just to hear the vet call her name for the appointment, but also to find out if she had been spayed (and if not, to have it done right then and there!). Only, the vet found a RFID tag in her, and her entry in the Big Old Database O’ Cats said she had an owner already.

Imagine, if you are of a sturdy disposition and hardy nature, my dismay!

But then, reprieve! Despite an abscence of a scant eight weeks her so-called “owner” had already replaced her in his home and in his heart. Thanks to a technicality on his lease saying he can’t have more than one cat (a likely story!) we get to keep her.

I promise, this is the last time I blog about my cat. That is, until she sits still long enough for me to put something on her head and take a photo.