I shopped. While I was gone Spot apparently got overstimulated watching the vermin, and hornked by the sliding glass door. Nothing like cleaning up cold cat puke. I napped. Spot and I watched the vermin feeder. We got a cardinal and what looked like a dove, or maybe a small pigeon. Now it’s hockey and sipping on a Royal Hawaiian.
Wait, a person can get mad because the auxiliary meatloaf was engaged?
Feel better, Nettie, and glad you have Nurse Buddy with you.
If I kept that standard, I’d never get anything done. 
Yay!