Well, it's taken a cat to get me blogging with any degree of regularity.
He's still with us, and is a lot better tonight than he was last night. He's been out today, which the vet said was a bad idea, but what the hell. I was in London today but Jacqueline said he kept pining to go out, so she let him. At the end of the day, if he's only got a couple of days left with us the last thing we want to do is to keep him a prisoner.
Anyway, I got home and went to see him (they'd got him in by this time) and was surprised by this purring cat approaching me, snuggling up and wanting a fuss. Twice. He even followed me from our bedroom into the lounge and hopped onto the sofa next to me (albeit to go to sleep on my knee). Fingers crossed, but he is a lot more lively and certainly has not deteriorated one iota.