One could almost be lulled into a sense of security.

We board the cat when we're away (hello, Vancouverites), and we've always been very upfront about the fact that the large black lump in the carrier is a Jerk.

This morning, when I went up to collect him, the front desk said he was a total sweetheart. No problems whatsoever.

(Yes, I got the correct cat back.)

I also got to meet the front desk's personal dog, a brindled young pitbull who'd apparently come out of a puppy mill's breeder side. Says good things about a couple's ability to work with a dog when you have a happy wriggly girl pit going 'Oh god yes love meeeeee!' when she's less than six months out of a Bad Scene.

(Now they just have to get her to be a bit more okay with a closed door between her and her human. Small steps. Apparently utter glee at meeting a human was New today, and made the front desk go eeeee!)


In weekend-related news, my long distance walking tolerance has increased considerably, goldjadeocean might be in fact be visually obscured by a full grown sea otter standing in front of her, NOBODY gets drilled enough on marching to satisfy the inner cadets-sergeant, small children should be kept on THIS side of the glass divider between the monkeys and the belugas and also if you're invested in staying dry you might want to sit over thatta way, dogs that look a bit like coyotes make coastal_physics' brain all poofy even if they are on leash, North Vancouver continues to have better takeout Chinese than Bellingham, and the kitten in residence at M's place is Tiny, Puffy, and Made of Rubber. Also quite blase about going to sleep while lying backwards in someone's hands. It's almost enough to make me consider leaving the pool of Giant Fluffy Cats and dabbling my toes in the Fluffy Cats pond.