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Making this short.
Sorry  no notes to anyone.

*sigh* Sonja was a basket case last night…Not sure it’s going to be any better tonight.
Last night it was Mr. Black has a fever, he’s sick, he won’t get out of the litter box. She tried, my little one. Took him out, gave him a bath, back in he went. Made him medicine. [Made him a catnip tonic, because she’d learned that was a cure for a cat fever.] He got a little in him, but not much.

*looks into litter box* I don’t think he’s breathing anymore. Mum is going to take care of him. Though I’m not sure what she’s going to do with him though…There is too much snow, and even if there wasn’t…The ground is frozen solid.  [Why couldn’t he just run away like the rest of them?! Why does he have to do this to her? ]