So, despite Charlie’s nifty surgical suitical—in fetching purple tie-dye—he’s still managed to get rid of a stitch or two. So today back to the vet he went to see if we could get the rest out. The answer? Nope. Nopey old nope. He’s healing well, but the last stitches can’t come out for another 2-6 (!) days.

HE. IS. NOT. HAPPY.

There again, as we’ve told him (and it does seem to soothe his pride), he looks great in purple, very imperious—very imperial. In Late Antique/Sub-Roman/Early Medieval Britain, Emperor Charlie might translate to Carolus Imperator—or, as they would stamp it on a coin or cut it in stone for his Triumphal Arch, CAROLUS.IMP.

Omnes Carolum imperatorem salvete!