Vultures again

Eight feet high, Bandit checks out the kitchen scene

About 20 minutes ago, Bandit crawled up on me for a hug and a cuddle. At the time, I was unaware that his butt was soaked in cat pee. I have a new t-shirt now, have repeatedly bathed, and have disinfected all surfaces on which, to my knowledge, Bandit sat.

"He loves you," said my wife when I told her about it. At this time, I have no comment on her reassurance of Bandit's unusually moist way of showing affection, nor any comment on whether I am mailing Bandit to Honduras as soon as I get the stamps.