In which I worry.

So I need someone to tell me that the orange terror that mews in the night will be all right. That he'll start eating happily again and won't be so skinny and he'll purr for Mums around me so I'll be jealous as is the way the world is supposed to be.

He's done this before, it's just... this is the first time he's done it since Belle died. :/

I have a huge freakin' headache that keeps coming and going. I'm about to break out some of the last Excedrin pills I have to deal with it.

So. Say nice things for Ginger Pig, k?

In other news, went to Target, bought groceries but no toys. My world has shifted completely off its axis, really. (They had Rochelle and Jackson even! Which reminds me, did we know that Rochelle had two types of socks? One mesh, one not?)

Stopped at Petsmart to pick up a flea comb for the Pig because yeah. He's gone all Eduardo on us concerning them. Didn't realize Petsmart ALSO had cats for adoption, so when I turned my head to the left after finding the comb, I saw four beautiful black cats.

Wanted. Wanted so much. You have no idea. Well. Actually you probably do. Had anyone been there to process an adoption, I... would probably have cried over not taking one home. Kitties!

G'ah, my head hurts and of course the sun comes out now that it's bedtime. Nice, Mother Nature. Real nice.