We have been providing what amounts to hospice care for Emily the cat for so long that this isn’t a huge traumatic event–we’ve been expecting this every time she’s had a flare up since 2014. If this is the final one, then we’ll be sad, but I think we’ve gotten most of the mourning out of the way in advance. (And if she pulls off yet another miracle, we won’t even be surprised, either.)
And yes, for those following along at home, this is the third trip to the emergency vet in the last few weeks. But it’s always different pets, so that’s something, I guess?
Plus extra macro photos!
Turns out the sort of regrettable people who scream about how white genocide is ongoing are also super sensitive about their kerning skills. Who knew?
You don’t wanna see the evil noseless clown doll that was at the flea market.
I can’t quite express how wild the oakleaf hydrangea is right now. It has these big loose cones of flowers, but the inside of the cones are clouds of stamens dripping pollen. Honeybees are swarming all over them, rolling around in it, covered in yellow. There’s a few flower beetles and so forth, but I think our neighbor’s entire hive of honeybees is here.