The results of my bloodtest came back negative -- I'm healthy as a horse, so the weight gain must have been due entirely to my chocolate intake over the months that I was depressed. Bummer! I'm going to have to shed these pounds the hard way, looks like...
On my way back from the pharmacy, I dropped by the vet's, and made an appointment for Manasse to have the snip next Tuesday. Now that I'm home, I can't look him in the eyes, and feel terrible about what I've done. But when I come back from England in a few weeks, I don't want his minder to tell me he's been shpritzing the furniture while I was away. I want him to be on his best behaviour, and not ruin my chances of ever finding someone to take care of him when my need to travel waxes great again -- does that make me a bad mum to my moggies? I hope not.
Poor love. I'm going to have to think of some treat to make it up to him.
phendog, your Bitter End copy went in the post this morning. I was clean out of Jiffy bags earlier.