One day at a time it is. Still... I woke up this morning to find Jonah, neck bandage, tube and all, under the duvet with his chest on my arm, paws over it onto the pillow and his head under my chin, facing me. The rest of him stretched out down my tummy and back paws on the tops of my legs cos he's quite a long kitty.
I guess that means I have been forgiven for dragging him through all that. He wouldn't have anything to do with me yesterday. He's not a cat to bear grudges, though; never has. Whatever has happened to him - getting his rear washed in the bidet after an accident as a kitten for example - he leaps free, shakes himself and comes right back for a cuddle.