Newt’s wake up patty-pats found me in good humor when I awoke… and we kitty-wrestled for about a half hour before I managed to wear him out. He’s a goof… purrs like a lawnmower when we duke it out.
I need to get a lint brush to pick up his fuzz-droppage off of the futon, though. orange and cream, while complimentary to the forest green of the upholstery, has a high contrast.
Danny just called, and is still at the doctor’s… they’re going to section what they removed, and decide if they need to take more. Meantime, I’m going to make a refreshment run, and get a few minor chores done before he calls back (expected in about an hour.)