There was a horrible incident in the household the other night involving a cat and a paper shredder. Cat will be fine, there's now a cover over the shredder* and Bank One gets to charge interest on another $600 we had to charge. (*I've heard the cats turn it on themselves when we weren't even in the room.) So now he has a shaved patch and some really nasty raw looking skin. He never did really bleed, so that's good. We took the opportunity to also de-male him. How sad. But between those two incidents, he may just prove to be nicer to the other cats.
It's getting tougher and tougher to weigh the dog. Weighing the dog involves getting him to stand up on two legs facing away from you, then grabbing him around the middle and lifting him in the air and then stepping on to the scale trying to make sure his flailing paws don't break the shower door or push against a wall knocking him over on top of you. And also making sure that he doesn't twist his head around and bite yours. The sucker weighs 72 pounds! And he was the runt of the litter.