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Tully the Tabby seems well, if a bit deaf and forgetful.

He eats, he weighs 5.1 kilogram (stable), he plays (for short amounts of time), he grooms himself, he likes to be petted, he purrs. He still occupies the sink after I brush my teeth, and I have to be really fast to dry the sink before the cat jumps in.

When I come home it usually takes him a while to notice, but then he comes to greet me, most by saying "meh!" in what sounds like a complaining tone of voice, but I just assume that it means something nice.

No return of the thing yet.

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In other news, I had some success shopping for presents yesterday , but my knee complained in a way I cannot fix by assuming, and even my peaceful and cooperative left shoulder whinged. I found a bandage for the knee, which helped.

So what did I do today? Helped a friend move. Carried boxes down four flights of stairs. I chose the light boxes, at least. I feel like I've run out of patience with being reasonable.

Goodness. Why do we have so much stuff? I want to throw things away now. It's maybe fortunate that I am too lazy.

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