Journal of a Sabbatical

December 8, 1998

cats go visiting

Molly, Telly, and Emily (the cat shelter Emily, not Nancy's Emily)

Molly didn't like it. She tried to escape. She loved the bathroom for some reason and kept trying to get in there especially after she figured out how to open the door with her paw.

Telly rolled over in the woman's lap under the tray table on the wheelchair.

Emily is a gorgeous Persian.

Molly tried to make a break for it when the door opened. I launched myself at her and ended up flat on my belly on the ramp by the door holding Molly by the scruff of her neck. The residents must get at least as much entertainment out of watching me crawl around on the floor week after week as they do from petting the cats.