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Just nipping off to Dad’s – I’m not staying long, just have lunch and then come home, probably. Not even taking the laptop with me.

Lili is a little better. She’s alert, and she’s been drinking both yesterday and this morning, but she’s definitely feeling sorry for herself, sitting all hunched up and she won’t eat anything. Being a really fussy cat, it’s impossible to tempt her with food at ANY time, she’ll never eat from my fingers, and she won’t touch any food made for people. (It makes me laugh when vets say “let her have some chicken and rice tomorrow” – ha ha ha ha.) So I’ll just keep an eye on her—she’ll go back to the vet tomorrow if she hasn’t eaten anything by then, and hopefully they’ll give her an appetite stimulant, that seems to be the usual course of events.

I carried her downstairs (to her complaints) and she’s now sitting in her spot next to the radiator, which is good to see, at least she’s not hiding herself away, which is always a worry with animals. The sun is out, too, so when it comes to the window sill I’ll see if I can get her to go and sit in the sunshine, as that’s something she loves.

Cat’s . A Worry. Can’t live with ‘em. Can’t eat ‘em.