I wonder where my mind could have possibly gotten the idea for this...

Last night I spent the last hour or so before bed cleaning firearms. I started by stripping down and cleaning the Blackhawk, which is in lovely condition and I want to keep it that way. Then I went back to my project of getting the last flecks of corrosion/rust off the Sigma's slide. Once everything was done I tucked it everything back into the safe, turned off the lights and called it a night.

And then I dreamed of the Zombie Apocalypse, Left 4 Dead style.

I think my subconscious decided that if I was spending that much time tending to pistols I should put them to use. It also decided that having a 10 gauge shotgun as a sidearm (complete with a cowboy-esque holster that matches the one for the Blackhawk) would be useful when the undead come for us. Good thing ottr and the rest of us survivors holed up in something that was part Gander Mountain, part Bass Pro Shop - where better to take refuge when you have a need for ammunition? It was also good that we had roof access and the zombies never figured out how to climb the ladders on the side of the building!

Yeah, I cleaned guns and then dreamed about the undead rising against us. I can't begin to guess where my brain got that idea from.

Jazz is sick.

Our 14 year old kitty, Jazz, is sick. lady_curmudgeon got a voicemail from the vet today after yesterday's visit to the cat clinic. She sums up pretty much everything in her post over here. The short story is that Jazz's blood work, paired with her symptoms, indicates she has a severe kidney disease. I don't know what the blood workup says as I haven't seen it yet, but she's shown increased drinking, increased urination and loss of body weight (She's lost 4 pounds, over 30% of her body weight, in the last few months).

She's so damn sweet and fun. This is scary. I don't want to lose her yet.

All thoughts greatly appreciated.