28Oct22: …what’s up?

Andy stopped by after I medicated him.

He just looked at me, mostly. (“What’s with this cat,” I asked myself.)

Play time?


Andy gave off weird clues, ones that proved not to be what I interpreted them as. Eventually, he reached over and patted my arm. He licked his mouth and sat back down on the end table. “Why didn’t you just tell me, Andy?” He wanted his kitty food. It was time!