The short answer, he’s good – though I think he has still not forgiven me for getting rid of all of his favourite places. And the lack of squirrels outside the window is constantly infuriating. He retaliates by chatting with the cat next door from my window at 4am.
But other than that, he is adjusting well to his new life in Montreal.
Health-wise, it’s been about a year since he began to have issues and I’m so pleased to say that I feel like we finally have it all pretty much under control.
When we first started the process of adopting a sick cat I had visions of hugely expensive vet bills on a monthly basis, an endless supply of surgical bandages (I swear I still have some around here somewhere) and a cat who wouldn’t make it to his first birthday. But he is thriving and unless we told you, you couldn’t even guess that he is sick in the slightest. We do, though, have a vet who knows his full history on sight, and thinks he makes for a fantastic story.
If you’re new to the story of Angus, or my previous life as a temporary mom to more than a handful of Ottawa’s stray cat-orphans, you can learn more about Angus here, or all of the others than came before him, here.
But in the end I went with #2, the popular vote and I’m happy with how it’s turning out. Pattern pieces are cut out, the top of the dress is coming together, and this Thursday’s class will finish it all off.
More soon as it actually takes shape instead of awkward piles of sewn-together bits.
sidenote: I cannot believe that I am managing to successfully sew something that does not involve just straight lines. Of course, I say this with the dress only 1/3rd assembled. There’s plenty of time for me to ruin it yet.
It’s world cup season and watching all of these games has given me a good dose of itchy soccer feet. So much so that I actually contemplated taking a ball with me on my run with me this morning. I didn’t, but my desperation to get back to the game did lead me to sign up as a spare for a game in Ottawa Tuesday night. It is, after all, only two hours away!
Of course, we’ll be in Ottawa for other reasons, largely stemming from Friday’s awesome yet disastrous trip to the SAAQ (that’s the Quebec version of the MTO, not to be confused with the SAQ, where we buy our wine!) to exchange our Ontario licenses for Quebec licenses. In we walked with more than 15 years of driving behind us, and out we came. With LEARNER’S PERMITS.
Feel free to have a chuckle about that. I’ll wait.
In my exhaustive research, and endless conversations ensuring that I had an accurate list of the documents we needed to provide (bills, birth certificates, passports, more bills, proof of address, etc.), not once did it come up that Quebec requires your very full driver’s history (not the three-year-abstract I had purchased) in order to make a nice clean ON-license for QC-license swap. And you can’t order this document online without waiting for at least three weeks to receive it (and do not get me started on the hoops that one must jump through once you are no longer an Ontario resident and Quebec just took your driver’s license away), so I’m off to Ottawa City Hall to pick it up in person and thus end my ridiculous road restrictions and momentarily terrible insurance rates.
I guess it’s a good thing that we didn’t move to, say, Vancouver.
