Karmic Retribution

 Simba has asthma.  Every day, we have to give him half a CC of medicine.  He doesn't like it very much.  By the standards of cats and medicine, he's pretty easy to dose, but it's still a bit of a trick.  I've pretty much got it down -- I get behind him so he can't back up, stick the nozzle in the corner of his mouth, and squirt as he's turning his head to get out of the way.  Time it right, and the squirt goes right down his throat.

Except last night.  Apparently, he had his tongue in just the right position so that the squirt got diverted through 90 degrees -- into his mouth and back out.  And into my mouth.

Yeah, now I see why he doesn't like it.  Bitter as all get-out.  I have no idea what that means to a cat; the vet says it's supposed to be chicken flavored.

Elves

 Some houses have bugs.  Some houses have mice.  We have elves.

Normally, they're fairly quiet.  Things move around -- look for them, and you find them back in the first place you looked, after turning the place upside down.  Leaving out a bit of booze for them seems to work.  Put out a little bit of gin for them, and you find things faster.

Last night got noisy.  A thermos that had been sitting quietly on the counter for a couple of days suddenly made a quick excursion to the floor.  One less thermos, and a lot of little pieces of glass.  Fortunately, they're aluminized and easy to see -- sparkly!

I think I'd better put out some gin.