Happy October, friends of Faye!

The wise and blanket-carrying Linus Van Pelt once said, “There are three things I’ve learned never to discuss with people: religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin.” And in the spirit of keeping things free from unnecessary controversy and embarrassment, I shall try to keep my subsequent discussion of Faye’s . . . well, poop, to its bare minimum.

First, the “tricks”. . .

Our girl continues to have variable stool, so her medication routine continues. Part of the problem may stem from the fact that she absolutely hates to be crated overnight for stool checks and will simply refuse to poop for several days, which, unfortunately, makes evaluating the situation a bit more challenging. In fact, Faye’s resistance runs so deep that we had to put a sign saying, “Do Not Release Until She Poops!” on her crate a few weeks ago, which made a few volunteers chuckle. What can I say? The end justified the means if you get what I’m saying. Faye is much happier now that she is only crated for check-ins, but she sometimes makes it more difficult than necessary by being so dang stubborn.

Then, the “treats”. . .

Other than her sorry-not-sorry attitude about such inconveniences, Faye has had a happy month, embracing the splendor of autumn from the Solarium of Suite B, along with her new friends and fellow sun-worshippers, Alfred, Chloe, and Merriweather.

Faye wishes you an October filled with apple cider, jack-o’-lantern smiles, monster movies, and all things Halloween! She sends you her love and thanks you for always being her friend, no matter the season.

We’ll talk again soon, friends. . .

Your correspondent,
Beth

P.S. We generally do not let our kitties dress up in costume, but Faye did tell me that if she could trick-or-treat, she’d do so clad as Lady Mary from Downton Abbey. I told her it was unlikely that I could make that happen for her, but I did say I would try to persuade people to refer to her as “Lady Faye” this month. She seemed pleased.