Dad's turn

PopPop had his colonoscopy today and all is well. He had to give himself injections of a blood thinner for five days in place of the coumadin he usually takes, but now he's back on his regular (heh heh) schedule. He was told that even though he was completely free and clear, he should have another colonoscopy in five years, since there is a family history of polyps -- I'm so happy to be able to set this precedent for y'all.

And just for a bit of a change in subject, isn't this cat just too much? My Sophia. She follows me around like a dog, and is in my lap right now. She's great company, when she isn't being a sneakasaurus and trying to slip out the door. She has never been an outdoor cat and has no idea about cars, so she heads right to the street. She's managed to get out twice and I've caught her both times, but this last time she really scared herself. When I carried her back into the house, she was as limp as a rag and hasn't let me out of her sight since. I would be very unhappy to lose her.