OK, so I couldn't sleep last night – not 'cause my fingers were crossed, but because I couldn't stop thinking that Gus-cat was going to pop his small cat-clogs in the vet hospital he's stuck in.
This morning, it was all unchanged (ie, the vet said he was still v.ill), but tonight... they said he's a tiny bit brighter!
Going to try to sleep better tonight. OK, so the Guster is 14 years old (in his 70s in cat years?), but we can but hope, and see how how he's doing in the morning. (If he eats, and stops with the dia-doodah and vom, he gets home, basically.)
Please come home, Gus, you old dude – how can I write my books without you trying to sit on the keyboard while I type?
Karen McCombie :c)
PS Yes, I WILL be sleeping with my fingers crossed again tonight...

i'm so so sorry to hear that karen

Sorry to hear that.

I hear it is getting good?

I will get a cat when we move.

I'm thinking naming him Yan.

So Sorry To Hear Bout Gus =[ I Love Cars But Unfortunately My Cat Was Run Over Last December
Millie x

Ooops Meant Cats! Hehe x