She ate maybe a tiny bit more of it, but she's not really interested in any food, wet or dry, that I've been trying on her. And her abdomen has kind of swollen up, as if she was suddenly quite fat.
She is up and moving around some, so she's not completely comatose. She got up on the bed with me when I was waking up this morning, settling on my left shoulder as I was lying on my right side.




I meant," said Ipslore bitterly, "what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?"
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.
-- Terry Pratchett (1948—2015), Sourcery
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