In relating the circumstances which have led to my confinement within this refuge for the demented, I am aware that my present position will create a natural doubt of the authenticity of my narrative.
Friday, 6 May 2011
Smeagol is back at the vets having the wire removed from his jaw. He should be all better now ... with only his teeth to clean up. His appetite is way up, he's chasing the chooks, and cuddling at night ...though that last probably means it's cold.