New kitten Florence is settling in so perfectly, making friends and flourishing that I don’t have to worry about her and can focus the majority of my attention on big-cat Rosie.

Be warned, the rest of this post is a tiny bit icky, so don’t read if you’re eating.

She spent today on a drip in a pen at the vet’s surgery. I’m very grateful to Gerd our kind vet at Vets4Pets in Hartlepool for taking the time to give Rosie what she needs on New Year’s Day. Gerd was pleased to report that she had a nice poo during the day, which proves she did eat her prawns last night. Her kidneys have had another good flush out and she is going back tomorrow.

When I brought her back home just after six, she immediately showed signs of a returning appetite by eating a few cat-treats. Since then, she has walked around her territory confidently, climbed the stairs, jumped up on our (quite high) bed, washed her bottom (I told you) and had plenty to drink. I take it very positively that she cares about her hygiene, because when a cat is very poorly, they do lose interest in being fresh and lovely.

As I started this post, Rosie was nibbling some fresh roast chicken. There will be prawns later.

Gerd warned me that Rosie is by no means out of the woods yet, but at least she isn’t getting worse and he is encouraged by how much she has perked up. Fingers, toes and paws crossed please!