That's kind of been my morning this Monday. Our elementary school is having a bake sale tomorrow since it's a polling place. Might as well cash in on the vote. With everyone voting early or mail-in, we'll see how many turn out on the actual voting day. A friend of mine went to vote on Friday and was faced with a 3-hour line, so she said, "Screw it. I'll vote on Tuesday". That raises my hopes for bake sale success.
So I cooked a couple of lemon poppyseed loaves - from a mix, whatever - and they have been successfully dropped off at the election day bake sale staging area. I'll be working the morning shift by the way, my fellow Americans...
And you know the cat got in that scrap last week. He seemed to be healing up well enough, but then he started to stink to high heaven! Upon examination, we discovered another facial wound. Nasty puncture that almost went all the way through his upper lip. "Does your face hurt?? 'cause it's killing me!", I told him. He didn't laugh.
We drowned him in antiseptic all weekend and he started to smell a little better, but I took him to the vet's this morning. Here's some more gore:
And another of the nose:
Anyway, no infection yet, and he got a nice shot of some new antibiotic that will hold him off for two weeks. He's acting his usual self. In fact, he keeps badgering us to put him outside at night, he's looking for a rematch with Smokey, stupid cat.
So that's been my morning. That and Cookie LITERALLY got pissed at me for taking him to the vet's.
Gotta go clean the cat carrier now...