Nothing crafty, unfortunately.
Saturday morning was taken up by cleaning out the pantry. I think the oldest thing I found was pickles from 1998. Everything left in there should be edible now.
Today we took all three cats to the rabies clinic held by the county. 1.5 hours in a blazing hot parking lot, but worth it: "free" shots for the price of a county license; $12 x 3 cats = $36. I couldn't take *one* to the vet for that, and I don't really want to argue about the shots I don't want them to have.
The funny thing is that the woman calling out colors, etc. thought that Cotton wasn't a calico: "not enough white."
What a goof. Her rear end shades into *almost* tortoiseshell, but she's definitely a calico.