10.03.2001 || 22h55

Tarot's home

Well, Tarot's home. I went and got him after work. I now have a large debt to pay off ASAP. It's his bloodcells. Dr jolicoeur has two explanations: It might be some sort of parasite-borne anaemia, which is treatable, though pricey.

Or it could be feline leukaemia.

I don't think I have to tell you which one I'm hoping for.

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Addendum (10.04.2001/7h30)
Hmph. The vet gave me this tube of special nutrients, and instructions to put an 'inch' (what I assume to be about 2.5 centimetres) onto my finger, and sorth of scmootz it onto the roof of Tarot's mouth once a day for the next month. It tastes good. He'll eat it gladly. Yadda yadda yad.

Well I did it for the first time this morning. Less than successful. In about 2.5 seconds, there was goop all over my hand, Tarot, and the floor. I think I might have gotten .25 centimetres down his gullet. Maybe.

It's gonna be a looong month...

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