Update on the invalid...
Feb. 9th, 2004 09:54 pmI put Maggie back in the big cage with her sisters and Bridget yesterday. After all, there is only so much time one can spend in isolation in a plastic picnic hamper without getting completely depressed. I decided that, since she looked so down in the mouth, the risk of someone eating her stitches and her guts falling out was less than that of her pining to death.
It was so sweet, she shot straight into a hammock, and Ella, my little black and white sweetie, climbed in beside her and has been mothering her ever since. Surprising, since those two have never been that close. But to get up this morning and see them curled together, their little furry faces pressed against each other in total, sleepy bliss, was just the best thing ever. The op site has been nibbled by someone (either Maggie herself, or the usual suspect, Bridget) but hasn't been bleeding or popped open to reveal Maggie's insides. I'm heartened by this.
I *must* write Valentine's fic. Or Lara will kill me.
It was so sweet, she shot straight into a hammock, and Ella, my little black and white sweetie, climbed in beside her and has been mothering her ever since. Surprising, since those two have never been that close. But to get up this morning and see them curled together, their little furry faces pressed against each other in total, sleepy bliss, was just the best thing ever. The op site has been nibbled by someone (either Maggie herself, or the usual suspect, Bridget) but hasn't been bleeding or popped open to reveal Maggie's insides. I'm heartened by this.
I *must* write Valentine's fic. Or Lara will kill me.