It’s been a “double good news” week: I don’t need dental surgery immediately and my cat seems to be healthy, so it’s anyone’s guess why Dreamsicle has been boycotting his food dish and litter box. I think a visit to the vet scared him straight, because after being probed, punctured and poked yesterday, even his blood tests were negative. He’s getting old—as a rescue cat, his true age is a mystery—but I have a theory: He’s sick of watching Tuna hog the spotlight and decided to do something about it. Nicely done, Dreamy. You got my undivided attention.