Yes I’m standing on the toaster - so?

Portia is having a bad morning. She has not been given any breakfast - indeed she won’t be getting any. She is going to the vet to, under general anaesthetic, have a tooth out, a blood test, a wee sample, an x ray and a biopsy of the lump on her back. None of these things could be done to her while conscious.
She had had tranquillisers last night and this morning to make it easier for the vet to administer the anaesthetic , without needing a blood transfusion herself. The only thing they appear to have done is make her just a bit weirder.
Early evening - she is ok. Always an underlying fear as even an anaesthetic can be risky for an older cat. I go to pick her up. She is head butting the door of her cat carrier and not at all frail and exhausted. All has gone well, her other teeth, wee, blood and biopsy all good. She does have early stage kidney disease but they say her scores have actually improved. Hooray.
In the evening the Orkney film club watched Daughters of the Dust. Made in 1991it was the first film made by an African American woman Julie Dash. Set in 1902 it’s a picture of a Gullah community living on an island off South Carolina. A huge extended family, the elders are former slaves, strongly influenced by African beliefs and traditions which were remembered and passed down. Of the younger generations, some are drawn to the church, others to becoming politically active. It’s set the day before all but a handful of them are leaving the island - to move ‘North’ presumably somewhere like Chicago, Philadelphia or New York. As it’s hard to survive and grow food in the dust. It’s incredibly beautiful, and I learned a lot too.