I don’t quite remember what I did today, although it may have concerned reading, with an interruption to fill Shane’s water bowl. Every time I did get up to walk here or there – here probably being the kitchen and there the bathroom – I picked up white fluff from the floor. Shane is shedding and I guess getting a new undercoat. I didn’t realize it took so much water, but I guess you work up a thirst scratching and rubbing against furniture.

He doesn’t like being combed too much, but he is happy to sit with you while you position your fingers like a beginning piano player, stick them in his fur and move them around like, well, “Magic Fingers”. He does not put a quarter in the little tip jar so I am thinking of taping a cardboard slot to my pocket and refusing to move until he pays up.

But, oh those puppy eyes. Sigh.