My little Arnold is in the cat hospital, in intensive care... He probably had a stroke yesterday, and between that and his extremely limited kidney function (which may indeed have caused the stroke), well, things don't look good. I'm giving it a little time to see whether the measures they took last night had a significant positive effect, but I'm not very hopeful, and at this point I'm not willing to put him through too much - he's been such a happy little cat, and such a trouper. I love all my cats, but he has always been special. I just don't know what I'm going to do without him.

Luckily I have nine million things to do for Close Quarters, which fast approaches...focusing on that gives me something else to think about. It's a refuge, as, I suppose, fandom often is.