Especially when it’s dinnertime, Izzy always makes a leap for the counter. Sometimes he misses and sometimes he makes it up there. Which can be even more dangerous cause he then jumps back down. Said routine proved rather painful when he hit my glasses, knocking them against my cheek, in his haste to get at the canned kitty food I was dishing up. Least they didn’t fly off into the cat food. Thou it hurt, doubt it was the reason I was suffering from trigeminal neuralgia all day. Course, it doesn’t take much to set it off. Blame the cat, sounds good to me.

Perhaps, that would be a good explanation for it, opening his eyes and communicationg indeed. Buys them time. Or the whole Arafat is in a coma was a ruse and he’s up to something.

Sad when the first thing I check is to see if they have pronounced him. However, I think they should stop fence sitting and tell us the truth. The world is waiting with baited breath.

Meanwhile, I have added some spiffy new wallpaper to my collection. Although I changed them from “stretch to fit screen” to “center” as Edloe looked rather odd in some, really, really wide.