Sick

Is in disgrace. Distinctly unloved. Found a great bit of dead mouse on the compost so ate it. Threw it up in the living room just as Sunday's guests arrived. (Has perfected the art of doing this very noisily and with maximum rib heaving followed by a delicate step backwards so it doesn't land on my paws.) Spent last night under the bushes. YP sniggered through the holes in the fence and Fred woke me up at dawn. Sometimes Life is Hard.