Heather's cat, Tigger, had to have surgery last week and had ripped out her stitches while still at the vet, so she now has a kitty cone around her neck. Andy says that there are few things more undignified (or indignant) than a cat wearing a cone. Poor Tigger can't clean herself off, and ten-month old Danielle was just having a ball with the collar. Luckily Heather managed to teach Danielle enough of the concept of "no" that she's no longer touching it. Anyway, the stitches come out later this week, so the poor thing should be much happier next time we see her.
Since none of the other gamers showed up we didn't have to worry about any clashes between various people. I do wish the GM would get in touch again, though -- we've only played one session, but the game was looking really neat. I hope he hasn't given up on it entirely, although it's beginning to look as if that might be the case. The last two games he hasn't even called to cancel.
Andy, Donna, Heather and I had a long talk or six again, but this time without a lot of the tension that was there last time. Andy had almost been ready not to go any more, but I think that since things were relatively tame he'll be less tentative next time. This weekend I'll be going to Rome to surprise my sister for her birthday, so Andy will get the alone time he's so desperately needed, and nearly five days' worth, at that. With any luck this'll give him enough time to recharge and get some decent rest. I wonder if being back in upstate NY will finally start making it sink in that Grandpa is gone. I've had some twinges, like when I've seen a neat plant and thought I'll have to ask him about it, only to remember that I can't.