Last week the little dickens ate three-quarters of a cotton dish towel, which freaked her mom (and me) out.
I spent a couple of days watching her while her mom was at work. She wasn’t showing any visible signs of distress and was active, so it was a matter of waiting for — hopefully! — the towel to show up at one end or the other.
Days later a big chunk came up the front end (at, like, 3 AM, of course). Some had come out the back end by then, too.
At this point, it looks like things are back to normal, although it’ll be a week or so to be fully certain (there could still be some remaining; who knows).
I hear things seem to be moving along as usual, so it doesn’t appear there is any blockage.
It was a scary week, but things appear to have turned out okay.
(In what I’m sure is related news, the Twins did really well last week against Houston and even beat the Yankees in their own yard yesterday.)
I meant to finish up the configuration space series in April and have moved on to Mandelbrot and Mind topics in May, but I’m off to a slow start. (Doesn’t help that the weather is starting to get nice!)
One thing is certain: No more towels for Bentley!