The baby is back!

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Every few hours I have been checking and calling, since she went missing.  Tonight, as it turned dark, I was just going to turn on the back light and look.  In she strolled, meowling to let me know she wanted in, all the way into the kitchen, following me around as I got her a meal ready and poured fresh water.  She was as happy to see me as I was to see her.  I then tried to get Sam to nibble the treats but she wouldn't.  Now, her tail flicked a bit with Sassy on my tail, so...  I am hoping her little sister will invigorate, or irritate, her back to health.  Love, it comes in many forms?  Brats!  But they are my brats, and I am their rascal.

As for me?  Pickle juice, I think.  I am hoping it clears up the dehydration without inciting the 'wet' feel.  That and water on the side.  If that doesn't work I'll buy a case of beer tomorrow.  I told you, I have used alcohol as a curative, accidentally and purposefully.  And it works more often than not.  Just... so you know.  I guess I became a medicine man, of sorts, for my peculiar biology, out of need.  Docs often don't know shit, and won't share out what they do know for fear it will cost them a client or a court case, and psychopathogens (psych- ologists and -iatrists) know even less... far less, charlatans!  Bah!  So beer.  Beer works in this phase, whiskey seems to make it worse.  Whiskey is better for psychiatric and spiritual remedy.  Well, in this hereabouts.  Just a plug and pull thing, once in a while, though usual light consumption often means no larger doses.  I've been lax on my beer-fu and whiskey-'ku lately though.  Yum!

Later or good night.