I have two things on my desk right now, an 8×11 notebook planner (open to this week) and a cup of lemonade.

The rest of the desk surface is open (ok, the rest of the main desk surface…)

And the cat … is laying on the notebook.

Perhaps he surmises that if he lays on the only desk thing keeping my attention (other than the monitor, which he can’t lay on), he’s more likely to get tummy rubs.

He’d be right.

But Max is doing better. He did eat today (though not much) and, as unglamorous as it sounds, I’m watching the cat boxes closely.

Somewhere, inside my cat, is a hair elastic. It really needs to be in the litter box, and not inside my cat.

In better news, I finished the first Baby Surprise Jacket, and I’m much happier with it now that it’s all finished and put together than I was when it was still on the needles. While I’m not gaga over the color combo (I’m already liking the second one, which is purple and gray rather than pink and gray), it looks nice, is super cute, and the seaming came out well. 5 buttons away from being totally completed.

I also frogged the first half of the Fawkes sock. I have some Koigu that I *love* in a colorway that is drool-worthy, and I really like the way Fawkes looks when it’s done… but I just couldn’t stand to knit it. Memorizing a 12 row lace repeat… just didn’t really work for me. I like working on things that don’t require so much thought as to be only do-able when sitting quietly.

Or at least, I only like to work on one project at a time that requires that concentration, and the Olive Branch Yoga Hoodie is that project for me right now.

‘Course, it’s sitting in my knitting bag untouched, and I’ve cast on another sock. This time in Knitpicks Essentials Meadow Multi, using the pattern Primavera. While it looks complicated, this is a 6 row repeat, and the first 5 rows are the same. MUCH simpler. So far, so good.

You wake up to your cat barfing up his breakfast.

This wouldn’t be so bad, but Max (the siamese) *never* has problems like that. Unfortunately last night, he ate a hair rubber band.

Yes - *ate*. As in ingested. Somewhere inside my cat is a wad of stringy elastic. We know this because we found the other half of the elastic. Also, we caught him in my bathroom drawers, which he has figured out how to open.

Plus, he looked like he had pinkeye. So off to the vet we went.

Max is a good cat. He likes people, he likes attention, and he likes our vet. Generally this means he purrs through the entire appointment.

They put some drops in his eye, and shone a blacklight at him - which was really pretty cool, and also kind of freaky. If you’ve ever seen a cat with day-glo yellow eyes, it’s memorable. Apparently this tests to see if he has an eye infection, or if he’s actually scratched his cornea. He wasn’t so thrilled about the whole process. No purring when they did that.

And then he got to go have an x-ray taken. Which came back… well, inconclusive. His guts don’t look good, but they don’t look so bad he needs surgery. Yet. But she was definitely not pleased with his insides either. (apparently he didn’t purr for the x-ray tech).

So Max gets ointment in his eye 2-3 times a day for a week, and has to take kitty hairball/laxative stuff several times a day as well. And we’re to keep a very close eye on him, in case he has any further issues with this hairband thing. He’s also fat. But I knew that already.

Welcome to my life.

I suppose I could explain how he’s sitting on my desk so I can barely write this, or how he really *can’t* eat it even if he wants to because it will make him sick, or how he’s constantly reaching out to bat at the bits that I’ve not turned into tasty, delicious, edible string…

… but I really think that first sentence really explains about all of it.