Silly Site o' the Day

Altogether a horrible, no good, very bad day. Turns out Oscar ad a blood clot which apparently traveled (possibly as a result of his stressful journey to our house on Saturday), and left us before the vet could even administer the anesthesia. The only up-side here, besides Felix seeming to be okay without his lifelong companion and brother, is that we really never got to know the little grey furball, so there wasn't a huge amount of emotional investment on our part. And we're used to being a one-cat household, so Felix should be fine. Except he doesn't seem to respond to his name, so we're considering renaming him to a series of syllables to which he will respond. Meantime, the political landscape is scaring me. I dunno, maybe Finland looks good, although they tend towards nightmares.