The number 3

I have always been fascinated by numbers.
I have also always failed at math.
My favorite number is 13,
my least favorite is 3 especially today.

I finally got hold of Isadora who has a wound on her tail, Lakota who has a wound on her neck and Mikael who has a wound across his nose.
Each kitty was taken to the bathroom and got the hot soaking wet washrag applied to their persons which was followed by antibiotic ointment.
Isadora is right now washing her wound as she is the only one that can reach her tongue to her wound.
Lakota is locked in the back room,
Mikael is sitting in my closet waiting for a door to open. As the temperature is to dip to the upper 30's I am keeping them in for the night.

Robber is ensconced on the top of my shelves and Lusitania is demanding treats from behind me. She is currently dealing with a runny eye which is telling me she is having a herpes flare up from the stress of the trip.
Oliver is guarding his bed of the day which use to be Isolde's.
M'Agnes is on the lamby under the fishtank.