Luckily Ollie's diagnosis is (for the time being) manageable.
She is cuter in person.
And doesn't make a wise-guy face alla'time.
Also I was in CA for a work conference, where I talked about cats for 12 hours each day (so, like, really in my element) and pigged out on vegan milkshakes, pesto croissant clubs, battered hearts of palm "mozzarella" sticks, sick veggie tacos and a delicious Daiya-slathered roasted garlic and olive/mushroom personal pizza. (So personal.)
I've decided I am going to eat roasted garlic with everything...and start talking to people again.