Calzones

I came home to find Buster encrusted in some kind of fluid, much of it seeming like blood. Best we could tell, he had some kind of spontaneous stomach problem and sprayed up bloodied stomach acid. But there was no relapse, so this became a mystery. One friend suggested he may have had a seizure, which would explain how he basically barfed on his back.

Anyway, I'd gone to a place for calzones.

And garlic knots. I can't even remember the place's name now.

Buster wanted food, regardless.

I realised that I now would never need this oversized cage. I got it from a friend who moved away about five years ago, thinking it might be my best option if I ever needed to transport two cats suddenly. It probably wouldn't have been good for that, and I no longer have that problem. So I decided I should see if I can find someone who would make better use of it.