|Charlie, all better by evening.|
|Charlie, always looking for that 'Casablanca' shot.|
Sometime between late Thursday night and Friday morning, I lost my appetite and almost got myself a ride to the V. E. T. Out came out the syringe with water, medicine, and a pump of recovery food. Well, Gussy Gus wanted all of it! The guy has no shame or something. Didn't anybunny teach him he's supposed to hate the syringe anytime it's close to his mouf?
I gave the hoomin a bit of hell, of course. Keep in mind all this was happening first thing in the morning, so tension was high. One hoomin had to go to the tar pits; the other stayed home with me a little longer. Then I made a deposit of gold and nomed some hay. If I didn't, I would have gone to the V. E. T.
By the evening, all was back to normal; I even held still here and there so my hoomin could get something with his clicky thing.
We'll keep you posted,
PS: Oh, that hoomin of mine! He's going again to the TBHRR meet-and-greet. It's happening today, not last week. He said he learned him a good lesson on reading and comprehending that date and time rubbish.