I have just visited the cat. While she is still not eating on her own and is still jaundiced, today she sat up, meowed, try to come out of her little hospital enclosure and was otherwise more interactive with me. She also seemed less bloated and seemed to be breathing better. While we could still get a lot of bad news tomorrow, this is the first time in days I've had actual hope for her, and it's good to see her less miserable.
Jack's back. Actually, I just chopped off all my hair. Thank god. I feel about a bazillion times better. It's cute (at least it was until the fucking hairdresser tried to make it flouffy -- LEAVE IT ALONE -- I AM NOT A POODLE). Once I wash it it'll be near perfect. I'll get a little trim before Gally, and we'll be good to go.
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