Thursday 20th May

Day 31

At 5 0‘clock this evening the pussy cat jumps into the bath and laps at the dribbling water from the tap.He hasn’t had a drink for 48 hours since his anesthetic. Or eaten more than a teaspoon of yogurt. All day I’ve been as jittery as a relay runner waiting for the baton. What will I do if he doesn’t take any sustenance?

Now as the kitchen fills with the vanilla scent of birthday cake in the oven, my appetite returns as he crunches on his dry biscuits. Even with the sore gap in his mouth where his canine used to be. Today I learnt that you can take a pussy cat to water but you can't make him drink. Until he's ready.