My cat had a stroke last night and had to be put to sleep.
Her name was Wiggs. She was 15.5 years old, a domestic
shorthair, black with two small white patches on her chest.
She was never very large, and was frequently mistaken for
an adolescent cat, not fully grown...
I feel somewhat better than yesterday. Reading an old
Soviet engineering drawing book (in English). Playing
with my slide rules, HP 48GX & 49G calculators, and
I'm thinking of putting batteries back in my Handspring
Visor Deluxe... *sigh*
About your earlier comment; for sure I am a worse loser than my boss, sadly.