elainegrey

Just this moment we're waiting for the vet to open, sightly worried about Mr M. ... And we're going to take him in tomorrow, since he's doing all the bodily function things. He's also gone to hide in the closet since Christine got the carrier out. Poor sweetheart. He's not purring and hisses and snaps and perches on his bench looking unhappy. He leans into the gentlest of caresses but can't tolerate much more than that around his head, chest, and shoulders.

Meanwhile, i keep being put out of sorts by work. Something bugged me in a conference call yesterday, and i continue to feel poked and jabbed by email.