Jon Paulos was asking the other day about when we might expect fresh pix of The Three Stooges (Boo, Mia and Turk). That would be today. The Turk has been remarkably photogenic lately, rolling around on the carpet as if it were the nice green lawn we don’t have. And Mia and Boo are always ready for their closeups.
It was health care and then some today as Mister Boo, Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment) and Miss Mia Sopaipilla traveled en masse to the vet for exams and injections.
Turk’ and Mia are not fans of the infernal combustion vehicle, and thus the Subaru rang with yowls of horror and threats of vengeance as we motored swiftly toward our tripartite appointment. Only the unflappable Mister Boo remained at peace (until the vet laid hands upon him, whereupon the mild-mannered little fella promptly transmogrified into the Hound of the Baskervilles).
Back at Chez Dog the cats rebounded quickly, but the Boo — having performed a four-mile walk before his harrowing experience at the hands of veterinary medicine — found himself in need of a power nap. And who can blame him?
I’m feeling a bit stuck myself, but you can’t sleep off a vet bill.
His August Majesty, the Emperor Turkus Jerkus I, Attacker of Feet, Drinker From Sinks, and Filler of Litterboxes, is currently posing for your edification and enlightenment via The TurkenCam®. That is all.
• Editor’s note: ‘Is Lordship has left the building.
sit like a cat
and wait for the door
to open.
—From “Braided Creek: A Conversation In Poetry,” by Jim Harrison and Ted Kooser. This one’s for Chris and Theresa Elizabeth Coursey.
The Boo is exhausted from unwrapping all of his presents.
Editor’s note: The BooCam® is off line. Please, try to contain your disappointment.
