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Dec. 6th, 2012

So I took her in this morning, after starving her all night; she couldn't understand why we weren't going through the same morning routine; half a pack of Sheba, five niblets and the same for Mog.Showing all the usual resilience of a cat she got used to no breakfast and we had a nearly good game with one of her paper balls, but my heart wasn't in it. When I picked her up she was really pleased and began to snuggle but I just popped her into her little prison and locked her in. She went very, very quiet and I took her off as quickly as possible but her big brown eyes followed me out of the vet's door and now I won't feel happy until she's back. Mog, on the other hand, is delighted, and will be very happy till I bring her back - poor Mog.