After twelve days... He walks in, skin and bones, like nothing had happened. He is now asleep on bed. Kids and dh over the moon, me too.
But then there's his brother, stripey ginger. For twelve short days, stripey got to be the boss. Who knew that the only reason stripey didn't hang out on our bed, or cuddle up with us on the sofa, was that he wasn't allowed. Spotty now curled up next to me while his poor LOYAL brother has been relegated back downstairs 