A reader asks: "Doth thou humble Fasolt not feel intruded upon? Or does he reside at home whilst you work?"
The latter. Fasolt's sheer preponderance, not to mention his total aversion to the litter box, militate against taking him anywhere. However, he loves people and used to "assist" me at Casino Executive Magazine on select occasions. He's also got the good people at Mountain Vista Animal Hospital (one of Vegas' greatest treasures) eating out of his paw. He gets a hero's welcome every time he boards there.
Goliath, meanwhile, has found a foster home, which means he will not be a pleasant distraction at work. The "Colony Capital strikes (out) again" post was written with tiny Goliath asleep on my right knee. In two weeks, he should be ready for adoption, although we'd like to make sure he's going to a good home. At a mere 7-8 weeks, he's far better disciplined than some of my adult cats.
