At last, some good news.

I am so pleased Sylvester is recovering from his traumatic travels with me. His swelling has subsided and is almost healed.

It was a nasty moment but he’s doing just fine now.  Rainbow came over with some of her lavender tea, which doubtless helped.  You can find all the gory details of our travels HERE and on my Patreon.

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Sylvester has been getting out and exercising to get his energy back, the poor lamb. However, he staggered into my kitchen this morning, while I was still out of breath from a particularly vigorous session with Sebastian. I really do find Sebastian really stretches me when we do the power yoga!

“What on earth is the matter, Sylvester?” I asked as he clutched at his eye.

“It was those bloody kids!” he replied.

I knew he had to be talking about Auntie Kittie’s nephews and nieces, who are staying at her house for a couple of days as their parents visit the Montreal Transgender Film Festival. https://exposuresmtl.com/

“What have they done now?” I asked.

“I was walking up the lane and I heard this chanting. I thought someone was playing some sort of game or something and I was curious.”

“What were they chanting,” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Those kids do some wild things.

“Thirteen, thirteen, thirteen,” chanted Sylvester.

“So what did you do,” I persisted.

“I found a little hole in the fence to look through and put my eye to it. Next thing I knew one of the little buggers poked me in the eye!”

“Oh wait! Don’t tell me…” I interrupted.

“Yes, they started chanting ‘fourteen, fourteen, fourteen.’” He groaned.

“That’s terrible,” I commiserated. “What little monsters.”

I didn’t tell Sylvester, but I taught them that trick yesterday.

Have a wonderful week.

Fiona