Bless vets who respond to email when they shouldn't be working. I feel a little bad, but they put their addys on the site, so... They need a general triage email for non-emergencies (and I told them so!)

Pumpkin's worms have returned (I'll spare you the details, but they aren't bad. Just saw the one, otherwise unaware.) I emailed the vet in full squick, asking if I needed an appointment or what. Nope, she just put in a 'script I can pick up Monday and assured me that as long as we don't have a flea problem (we don't) the other cats are wormless (oh, and I won't get them either, thankyouverymuch!) but to check in again in a couple weeks, by taking a ton of fresh poop in.

I love having the email option. I'm so phone avoidant, and hard to reach since I don't carry the cell, but email? That I can do.

I have nail clippers you can use, Steph. But they are here in CA.

Have people commented on the 'shipping article in EW yet?

Mine are on the coffee table (and in the manicure basket in the drawer upstairs, but I need one in reach for TheCatsClawsAreTooLong!) For now. You have cats, Steph. Check under the tables and wherever you might have lain them.

I done already got into arguments about the shipping article. Ah, well. I'm always arguing about something somewhere, evidently.

I'm watching the strange Graham Norton panel show, and Alan Cumming--love him! He wants the large hands for spankings, and will readily pay $358 to make sure he can keep seeing rainbows. And his daily activity for narration was going to the therapist. He's just so...present.

You have cats, Steph. Check under the tables and wherever you might have lain them.

I interrogated the dog. For real. He looks shifty.

I think they might have fallen under the nightstand, which is heavy and dark underneath and wedged in a corner so it's hard to reach a hand under there anyway. I'm going to give it one swipe and then just buy new ones.

At which point the original ones will reappear like magic. BECAUSE THE DOG HAS THEM.

Yep. Which is why today I bought Pumpkin a spare fishbone collar. So the current one will be easier to find when she boots it*.

I actually have a spare security sign given to me by a worried locksmith (I dunno, he wasn't upselling me, just giving me spare signage and tips as if I was his 17 year old daughter in the big city, and he was my age) that I use to do sweeps under the stove and other tight spaces. They work well for that.

• I am generally anti-collar for cats. Unnecessary and problematic for indoors, normally. But for some reason, I'm reassured by the jingle of hers (it has a bell,) cause she's way too stealthy and libel to trip me up. And hell, even as she pulls it off, she seems to like the jingle. I've seen her actually prancing to make it jingle more.

I am watching the same tv show as ita !.

Just noting the fact.

AND ALAN CUMMING DID INTERPRETIVE DANCE.

It's like winning at life.

I think they might have fallen under the nightstand, which is heavy and dark underneath and wedged in a corner so it's hard to reach a hand under there anyway.

That's what the cat's wand toys are for.

So it's a been a big news week at Chez Zmayhem as (a) Emmett has decided to play high school baseball this year after all; and (b) we're getting the car fixed after four months of it sitting under a tree in one of the only places in San Francisco where you can leave your car under a tree and it won't get towed away.