Fargo has spent all day licking his paw. It doesn't look all that bad, just sort of a glorified scrape, and doesn't seem to be swollen or raw, but he licks it just the same. I think he's just doing it for sympathy.
I've spent all days cleaning things. I can't believe how much hair gets in behind the trash can in the bathroom. I had thought I was pretty good about aiming for the trash when I pull the hair out of the brush, but when I moved the trash can, there was this Jeanne-hairball back there. There was also a kitten toy Fargo managed to drop back there. I pulled it out and cleaned it off, and he stopped licking himself and went bounding across the apartment after it, sort of burbling and chirping. He does that. I think he needs to be around other cats so that he can learn to meow for real, rather than making these sort of beeping and grunting noises.
In cleaning other things, I also found three ATM receipts, a business card from one of my freelance clients, a diskette with no label on it, and a lot fo change. I am pretty sure that Fargo regards coins as his mortal enemies, and slaps them around the apartment all day while I'm at work. This probably explains why change never seems to stay where I leave it.
The weather has been nasty, the sort of day when you stay inside and clean only because there's nothing else to do.