It was time for a trip to the vet for Isla — the yearly vaccinations and her check-up were due and I also wanted a blood test, just to be on the safe side — and while she behaved better than usually (the vet refers to her as “The Cat Who Does Not Like Me”), she clearly needed to recover afterwards. However, I had moved some plants around to make room since I have finally managed to convince the window people that my leaky one needed replacing (after several visits during which they claimed the puddle on my floor was “just condensation” or else tweaked the closing mechanism a bit) and this made the familiar bookshelf look oh so interesting again:

Yes, I need way more bookshelves...

And when I then heard rustling noises from next door, I knew someone had fully recovered.Charlie’s turn on Friday.