It's getting better

Monday morning the shelter called and wanted to know if I was close to Grant St. A man on Grant had called and was quite upset because he had lost a calico cat about six months old. I called him, and he RAN over (because he didn't have a car.) It was his Delilah! Gave them a ride home. She was a sweety, but don't need another cat right now.

Took B.T. in to our vet Monday afternoon. He is healing, but have to call tomorrow and tell her that he is managing to scratch at his sore with his hind leg in spite of wearing the collar. Supposed to get the drain tube out Thursday, and the stitches out next Mon.

Daniel kept me busy working in the garage Sun. and Mon. (He's a real slave driver.) He wants to get it so I can put the the 'new' car in when I get it. Will be quite a feat, but I'm beginning to believe it might happen. Not sure if that will be a good thing. I expect B.T. will turn it into a look-out post. Maybe I can put his bed up there so he doesn't slide down and scratch the finiish. Just hope I don't drive off with him on top like I have with the cover to the gas tank a couple of times.

Going to skip a workshop tomorrow and spend the day finishing up finances and dishes. We're all out of bowls and spoons. :-)