Maybe I'm dating myself, but what the fireplace -- do you remember the fantastic animal from the Dr. Doolittle books? [Don't tell me about the movie/s; I vaguely remember the books, which I borrowed one after another from the public library.]
On the one hand, there is work pressure enough to choke a horse, and that's what I'll be doing the next few days, and my excuse for posting early. On the other hand, next weekend is a big reunion of my class at a fairly small college, and so right now, I'm all caught up in some party prep and reaching out, hoping that I'll see some great friends even though our everyday lives have rather drifted.... On the third hand, my delicate blind cat's digestive system went to hell again, so home life this weekend involves poop removal and the baby food diet [rice cereal with jarred chicken], which in turn involves locking The Duke of Earl in the bathroom and instituting feeding times, so Earl can't eat the dry food and the rest don't eat his special diet, all of which is wildly unpopular with the resident felines.
What's the whining and anti-whining with you?