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Splaaat. redcountess has been quite ill (no magnesium for the last few days — a magnesium capsule every night having proven as necessary as a Naproxen every day to avoid trouble) and arkady being unwell too means our planned date is postponed and I'm home to look after Liz and the kitties. And I am quite utterly buggered myself.

Neo is still suffering runny poo, but he's acclimatising to the new house and is using the litter tray by preference. Neo and Madam both hate the grownup Whiskas I fed them this morning (we were out of the kitten stuff), but they did eventually eat it all when there wasn't anything else. And at least they didn't bolt it. They're curled up on the couch next to Liz while she partakes of the new Sky connection ... to watch BBC2, of course.

We are now lying next to each other on the bed, kitties curled up by us, having just eaten some most nourishing grease, occasionally pausing to cause the kittens to teleport from the bed to the floor. Here's to takeout.