Finally, a nice quiet descends

Angus is all better now…

After weeks of medications, and a nerve-wracking surgery followed by 10 days in a little bandage vest, Angus was declared cured. At this point, his hair has even grown back in. But that was certainly more excitement than we were expecting when we agreed to bring him home from the store.

Molasses continues to provide no trouble. His only oddity is his voice. While Angus chirps and purrs, squeals and “oinks”, Molasses has only two vocalizations: an alarmingly loud weird bark (a cough? a sneeze? who knows?), and the ability to sound like a very small squeaky toy when running - gentle little “eeh-aww”s on each step.

With the veterinary situation under control, I can finally turn to other things! So, perhaps the next picture won’t be Angus.