16 October 2005
Did the hospital-visiting thing again this afternoon, and I think the goddess seems a little brighter. They let me have half an hour with her, on account of it’s Sunday and they’re really only open for emergencies, so they don’t need all the consulting rooms; and she did deign to lick a little food from my finger. I think this is the feline equivalent of allowing your slave to peel a grape for you: a gracious and a kindly act of condescension.
What she’s actually got, as well as a (presumptive) inner-ear infection, is apparently called vestibulitis. I never did like vestibules.
© Chaz Brenchley 2005
Reproduced here by permission of Chaz Brenchley, who asserts his moral right to be identified as the author of this work.