Danï decided to scare me earlier this week by eating, then barfing, and then having her little bowels clogged with silk braid that was part of an art hanging my wife had. We thought we’d properly cat-proofed the house and put such things away, but Danï is diabolically intelligent for a cat. Her diabolical abilities are enhanced by her cuteness factor, which on a scale of 1 to 10 is at an 11. After two trips to the vet which included a kitten-scale enema to get her cleaned out, she’s been back home eating and pooping normally, which she had not been doing before the vet intervention. In the mean time the entire area where the hanging once hung is now completely clear of everything, all of it out of polydactyl reach.

Last night Danï came up to stretch out on my chest while I was sitting in the kitchen. She was purring the entire time, which the experts opine is an indication of happiness. Perhaps. But after about 15 minutes I decided that was long enough as a cat mattress, so I gently sat up and placed her resting form on the table next to me. At which point she immediately leaped off the table and went racing out of the kitchen to the other end of the house. She bounced off the hallway wall and came racing back and up onto the table again. No, I don’t know what that means.

We’re all glad she’s home and healthy.