Aristotle's mum came round this evening, bearing thank-you gifts.
The old philosopher is fine, having settled back at home as though nothing had happened.
All right for him, sez I, but I rather enjoyed the flurry of activity and forward thinking he brought with him last Monday. I had started planning changes to my house layout to accommodate the addition of a sightless cat, and considering counselling support for Scooter and Millie.
Ah, well. I suppose that four cats are enough.....