I went to the vet clinic yesterday to work on their bookkeeping. Our big Puff was due for his annual checkup, so I took him along. He began wailing frantically as soon as we put him into the cat carrier, continued to protest loudly all the way to Delisle, and only stopped when he was taken out of the carrier at the clinic. He was quiet during the hours I spent working there, but started immediately when he was put into the carrier to return home. He carried on until we were in the house and he was released. I concluded that the big guy is claustrophobic and panicked at being confined.

Meanwhile, I sat down at the computer I use in the office, raised the chair to it’s maximum height and got to work. A while later I got up and left the office briefly and when j returned the chair was at its lowest setting. I wondered who had done that, readjusted the chair and got back to work. That happened a couple more times before I realized the height setting on this chair was an illusion. I could set it to its maximum height, but it would slowly, imperceptibly, sink down to the bottom.  I had to resign myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to work from the exalted position I desired.

I am happy to report that neither Puff nor I have suffered any lasting deleterious effects to our psyche.