Sensei

Zeppo does have a faintly worried expression at baseline.


He's learning to express himself, not just by singing all night. He loves the head bop, nose to nose pressssss, purring like a diesel, very endearing. Sleeps on us at night, while negotiating with Eleanor for space. I dropped a grape this morning, and he batted it around for nearly twenty minutes. The leftover grape stem from last evening, he picked out of the bowl beside me. This morning it was on the floor. Apparently, he has a thing for grapes. He seems to have figured out we don't like biting, even affectionate nips, and has pretty much stopped. That took Eleanor about six months for us to completely extinguish the teeth thing. We also pay close attention when petting him, but we did with her too. He's settling down well, and we'll continue to give him all the time he needs. He's finding all the places he can be. He seems to really like us, remaining wary and skittish.

Trust takes time in filo-dough layers.

And Eleanor, she's his sensei. To her occasional annoyance. They had a running-chase-play-battle last night that kept going and going. Occasionally they ran in front of us, taking turns chasing, no one apparently upset. A disturbing amount of thumping about, though.



Took her outside today, after she let me put her harness on. She enjoyed the catnip and thyme patches. I have not sat in the garden as much this year, because, well, Moby.



We start calling Zeppo, Moby often. MoZeppo may become his name.

Thinking about retirement is fraught, money is emotional, and I need to run the numbers. I also plan to continue to work at something after. After the last few weeks, the end of full time in surgery is an eternity away, and I'm so tired. On the other hand, the time is speeding faster and faster.

Got new glasses, Rx sunglasses to fill the gap, as they re-lens the old frames, because I need to be able to drive to work.