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On a serious note … on Monday, Michela and I had to say goodbye to Mezzanotte, the sweetest little purry furball that we’ve ever seen. He’d been lethargic for a week, with an obvious temperature, and when she took him to the vet they diagnosed him with Feline Infectious Peritonitis. It’s invariably fatal, and rather than put him through more pain and misery and have him slowly get weaker and die, we made the hard choice. Hard for us, but the right choice for him.

We miss him dearly.

Mezza was bright and sunny (if a little dim, but hey, he was a silly boy kitteh, and spoke in LOLz), supremely affectionate, curious and playful, and very loving towards his family (including his sister, Lani, who remains a comfort to Michela). He would hop into bed and cuddle unabashedly with his people, and poke his face into whatever we were eating at the table, again, without shame.

In short, he was a cat. He was the best of cats. And he was with us far for far too short a time. We gave him lots of love, and we know he had a happy little life, but it still killed us to hold him at the vet as he slipped away. 

Mezza, rest in peace, little buddy. We love you and miss you.

If you’d like to see pics of his happy little self with his kitten pals, check out here and here.

The DC trip was a rousing success. Michela and I drove down Thursday afternoon through hardly any traffic, and had a fun chill evening with Josh, who played way too many Paramore videos for us. Then it was up early, drop the MCATeer off at the med library, and sit in a wee glass room and wait for the interview fun to begin. The tour was a joke — I’m spoiled as I spent many years on campus — but the people we met, particularly Donna Sullivan, were fantastic. I got a great picture of what medical school at GU would be like. Plus, the interview was laid back and fun, and the weater was gorgeous. It was so nice to be back in Georgetown …

After that, it was a big ol’ BBQ dinner in Arlington with the Spenners, the Tants, the Stroineys, the Palmas, a Bueno, a Newman, a Canary, a Shnek and a Williams, and a Tom and some Rob and Marissa. Poor Michela, stuffed into a back room with 17 years of my history. She did well, though Mindi had cougar claws on for some reason.

Some more quality time with Josh, and then it was up early for a nice walking tour of the Mall. Michela had never been to DC, so the proper thing was to play host. Of course, there are so many new things there (the WWII memorial, the Korean War memorial) that I was quite excited as well. The pics are pretty good. Then, a traffic-free scoot back up to NYC and Bob’s your uncle, back home.

Now that you’ve heard about it, go check out the pictures!

And then, on Monday, I got to meet the foster kittens. Four of the sweetest wee things on the planet. And I get to visit and rile them up and then leave so they keep their foster mommy up all night. Sweet! I only wish they’d stay kittens for longer …