If you guessed nothing, you'd be correct!
I'm sleeping, yes, as in NOT LICKING! Hallelujah! Mr. Peep took me to Mr. Vet today and although we had a nice visit, there was no actual answer to the big question "What's with all the licking?" However, there was a solution - I was so traumatized by the trip itself, I have been too exhausted to lick. Hence the sleep. Mr. Vet poked, prodded and otherwise probed, but all he found was that I have lost a wee bit of weight (just under 9 lbs!) and some tartar build-up. Considering I haven't brushed my teeth in almost 12 years (ever) I'd say that's not too shabby. I also have a shiny, lustrous coat. But we knew that. Which is not too surprising given that severe tongue lashing it has been receiving recently.
As a concession to all the knitters out there who may be getting bored of cat pictures (seriously, what's up with those folks?), I have included a fibrous tidbit.
If you're wondering about the bright blue spot in the middle of the picture (see, now you can't take your eyes off it, you won't notice anything else), that's my bandage from where Mr. Vet took blood today for a full blood workup. I'm a little shy about having the bandage, featured prominently in photos. The blue is very flattering to my colouring, but the white surgical tape is so de-classe.
Since I am falling asleep as I type, I must bid you all adeiu for the evening. A very good night to us all! Sleep well, sleep deep, sleep glorious sleep.