What a to-do!
We found Jake in Elen’s bed. It feels like he has a fever, but he may just be really warm from being under blankets. I don’t see any injuries, and he’s not limping. I suppose it could be his teeth.
If he’s not better in a few days, we can get a vet appointment ... like we’ve nothing else to do ...
I've never been stopped by a "what a to-do" situation. I figure the key is bring the attention of those who can do something to the problem. Once I do that, then I can sit back and watch.
Unfortunately, my name is in the middle of this maelstrom and I don't like that. So I just printed out one more letter and put it in an envelope to be slid forcefully under the door of the office tomorrow morning. Once Casey gets wind of the shenanigans, he is going to put some folks in their places. It could even be that the elections will once again be cancelled. For good, this time.
(One can only hope.)
I told Charlie that this may be the reason St George wasn't ready for me.
I just hate when cats get temperatures because they can’t tell you where they’re ailing. I hope Jake was just warm.