Until today. I was pulling my boot on to leave for Kitty City and suddenly realized I was stepping on something hard and lumpy. At first I thought it was some of my rock show loot, but within seconds I had determined it was one of the little mousies we gave to the kitties a few days ago. In fact, it was the same mousie which already had its 15 seconds of fame in this post.
Memo to self: I really need to scan some of those pre-digital-camera pictures of the stuff Gail used to do. Some of the newer readers may not even realize the sheer irony of Gail being the calm one.