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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, IAN AND TESSA!!!

Howdy, folks, Ian's little sister Michelle here, giving Ian a break as he and Tess go cavorting off for a little year-anniversary lovin'. If you weren't at the wedding a year ago today, you missed one heck of a good time. In fact, of all the five-day events I've witnessed in the last several years, it was the best. It's really hard to believe that it was a whole year ago. Tonight, one year ago, I had a wee too much wine and tore the lining of my dress cuz I just couldn't stop dancing. Tonight, this year, I ate a zucchini from my garden and I'm going to bed early. Ha-cha-cha! But if you wanted to read about my blooming garden and less fertile romantic life, you'd be wasting time at MY blog, not Ian's. So let's move on to a much more interesting topic: that's right: my cat Fezzik.

Now I understand that many pet owners are a little nutty, a little overboard, a little loony when it comes to their pets. i don't mind being treated like one of those loons when I go to an animal hospital, because I know that these people have to win over the crazies. Also, I've spent my fair share of time blubbering over a little animal while just waiting for them to get their shots, so I guess I am a little weird, too.

But... when I went to pick up Fezzik from his surgery last Wednesday, I noticed that there was something all over his Elizabethan collar. I was about to ask why they gave me a dirty one when I realized that it was covered in stickers. Shiny, colorful stars and hearts, and right where you tie the bandage, a big 'ol sticker of Babar the Elephant. I certainly read all the Babar books when I was a wee thing, and I probably even had some Babar stickers. But those stickers clearly aren't for Fezzik. He does not suffer the indignity of a lamp shade around his neck a little less because of the sparkly stars. Those stars are supposed to be for me. Somehow, they are supposed to ease the pain of the welts on my legs that are Fezzik's "thank you" for the medicine I've been giving him twice a day. Somehow, those stickers are intended to make me feel better when Fezzik is head-banging me in the middle of the night with his lamp shade because he feels it is time to be petted. Those stickers are meant to make it easier for me to look at the stitches in my sweet cat's ear and not be nauseous at the thought of how much it hurts him.

I mean, it's not even funny anymore when he runs into the wall, face first, and stays with the Elizabethan cone pressed into the wall for minutes at a time because he's not quite sure what to do next. He has to wear that collar for over two more weeks. Babar isn't cutting it.

Anyway, happy day, Ian and Tessa. I hope Chopes is having a better time on your anniversary than Fezzik is. Buckets 'o' love to both of you.