kitten aftermath (+)
One last dose of cat stress! Just before we left to get Peg a DESPERATELY NEEDED meal, we heard Sad Cat Noises from next door and couldn't find Artie.
I've heard those noises before and they generally turned out to just be more like Bored Cat Noises -- and Peg was faltering bad and we still haven't restocked our kitchen since the #$!##% hurricane. So I agreed to keep going, but of course fretted the whole walk out and back.
Long story short: we got back and Artie was fine. All cats are accounted for and safe, and the three we had to consign to the fates have the luckiest fates we could secure for them.
I'm just so fucking proud of my wife today.