It’s been almost a fortnight since Muci’s Weekend of Bloody Vomit, and he seems to be his normal self again. He’s regained his appetite but is still on steroids and will continue to be for a while. He spends his mornings running around the house and scrambling all over the sofa as if it were a magpie-laden tree.
Sigh, the poor sofa.
Oh well. I’d rather have a scratched-up sofa than pools of bloody vomit all over the house.
