On the eighteenth day of Dog-mas

[necturus]

I managed to get Loki out this morning despite the miserable weather by using the smoke detector trick. Unfortunately, giving him a few minutes afterwards to try to kill the smoke detector didn't satisfy him, and he was still obsessing about the thing when I got home from work this afternoon. I gave him some broccoli off my pizza, and he's now curled up under his multicolored shawl on the couch next to me.

Tomorrow I have to go visit my father, and will be taking Loki along. We'll be coming back Sunday afternoon, weather permitting.

Loki vs. smoke detector: #1 #2 #3