Best Laid Plans
I had no juice to go to a dinner party tonight, thanks for the invite, so I figured early night in, early to bed, get up early and breakfast at one of the nearby cafes, New York Times, coffee, start the week right.

The reality? Misha writhing in pain at 11pm. 2 hours at the Emergency Vet and things might be okay, but sleep has already been lost and what's more... cat needs to be transferred from one vet to another at 7am. Consolation: kitchen stocked with veggie meats, Red Stripe, Belgian butter almond thins, etc. for post-traumatic snacking.