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The Emperor Tiberius Hotspur Thpots got the big operation today--I dropped him off at the vet this morning and anxiously forced myself to walk away. I hate anesthesia and always worry someone's not going to come out of it. But Tibby Two-Shoes was fine, if woozy, when I picked him up this afternoon. The people at the vet's were very nice--they even gave me a new, sturdy cat carrier (I'd been using this old cardboard one that any truly determined feline could shred). Another cat owner had brought it in--they'd bought it to take their cat to England but the airline said it was too big so they gave it to the vet's. And they gave it to me! It's like a $30 carrier for free--so nice of them.

I really need to stop reading so many depressing books. Tracy gave me a copy of Looking for Mr. Goodbar for Christmas--I've never read the book before but I've seen the movie. MAN. It's like the single woman's Apocalypse Now. So unbelievably dark. And today I picked up from the library The Nanny Diaries and Peachtree Road, neither of which are exactly sweetness and light. The Nanny Diaries is particularly sad.