With a little bit of scrabbling, Bear got onto my bed this morning and he managed to scramble up a fence. He also asked for his breakfast, bopped Gus on the nose and ambushed Gizzy when she came out of the cat flap. By jingo I think he's getting better! Hoorah! Still need to find out what caused it all, but I think I can stow the dilemma in a box, padlock it and bury it in the back of a dark cupboard somewhere!
I know a certain cat who gets a whole fish for supper tonight!
Blog can now return to normal writing-related ramblings ... I'm sure you'll all be mightily relieved! Especially those of you who are feline-averse.
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