We're home. satyr_mi is sleeping. He's feeling much better, but is so ready to be able to eat real food. Mind you, he will be living on pudding, apple sauce, and lukewarm soup for the rest of the week.
I dunno. He seems to be enjoying his pudding. It could be that he's laying in my bed somewhat stoned from Vicodin or it could be me waiting on him hand and foot. :-p
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