Re-commencement

Now where Shall Myself start?

And She too has also been saying that (with monotonous regularity) ever since We got back on the internet after lunch today. (And don't, DO NOT, ask Her about aol. Will get a frightening and extremely scary response. Particularly since She is still having to pay them 'til such time as the nice engineers can transfer everything onto the new provider. Today's nice engineer is called Terry. Ate all the biscuits and had 4 sugary coffees but knows exactly where to scrubble a Kitty of Superior Breeding so he must know what he is doing.)

And now to start:

TYK was awfully poorly for a long time - Sneezed, shivered, coughed, and was hopelessly miserable - and She called in the vet. Refused point blank to take the poor little thing to the surgery and insisted (at huge expense) he came here. Which he did. TYK did not like the injections and voiced its disapproval as loudly as it could - which was in fact terribly quiet and weak-sounding - but is now well on the way to what We all expect will be a complete recovery. Is beginning to take an interest in things again particularly as its yellow eyes have finally stopped running. (Myself cleared away all the presents TB and OLAHF brought round as they were starting to get somewhat smelly.)

The people next door who created all the problems for TYK are keeping a very low profile. ONN is watching them most carefully. As are TB, OLAHF, Him and Her, and, naturally, Myself.