Frimousse went out at 6:30. He walked round his garden, came in, drank a lot and went upstairs on his sofa. A few minutes ago I went up there, I stroked him, he purred. I took the photo. He followed me when I went down, and went out in his garden, he walked round it again. Five minutes later he was in the house. He drank water but didn’t eat anything, he didn’t even lap any milk. On the small bed upstairs, in the sunshine – the garden was still in the shade minutes ago, and back to his sofa.

This will be my last message before we are back from the vet’s surgery tomorrow afternoon (Friday). Please do not be cross if I don’t answer your kind comments.