Do you know, I've been worrying about Linney all day.
He's been sick twice (not hairballs)
and kept asking for food, then sniffing it and wandering off.
So I was mentally trying to pencil in a trip to the vet tomorrow, and that is so complicated now I have to ask people for lifts.
Except he's just come begging for a pouch, and is currently stuffing himself with it.
Let's just hope he isn't sick again.
Fucking ex, with the car! I hate him.