Back from vet. Mr C has a slight cold. I have a slight nervous breakdown re the bill. If he sneezes again he has to go back next week.
He seems in rude health; stole my lunch, shamelessly, and sat on the keyboard to eat it, licking his whiskers thoughtfully.
I pointedly googled 'second hand fur dealers' and 'cat fur garment trimmings' when I got the keyboard back, but he pretended not to notice.
We are both on throw, purring.