I bought Dolores anoth­er toy, con­sist­ing of a sisal cylin­der with a spring-loaded, bell-attached fuzzy ball. The cylin­der dou­bles as a con­tain­er for cat­nip, and for only a cou­ple dol­lars, was a decent find. I also bought a small bag of wet cat food in gravy as a treat. After smelling this gourmet food, I’m now deter­mined that all cat food has the same unique “cat food smell”, the way garbage has the uni­ver­sal “garbage smell”, whether some­one throws out the last bites of his filet mignon or the moldy remains of her KD.

As Trolley has most apt­ly noticed, Dolly is now devel­op­ing a gut, and her once lithe fig­ure is accom­pa­nied by a soft bel­ly of sorts. As can be seen in these before and after pho­tos, the gut pro­trudes most dis­tinct­ly from the neu­tral sit­ting posi­tion, and now cov­ers up the hind legs.