I’m jarring applesauce, while Topaz stares at me.
The vet says her weight is up and her symptoms have subsided for the time being, though I was prepared for news about surgeries and special diets.
My house is peaceful, and Topaz sang all afternoon.
Tomorrow, I’ll go back to work, but my heart’s not in it.
I’m very, very tired. Topaz blinks gently, gently, gently.
Poor Impulse Control 
Good.
Cora slept beside the laptop for a couple of hours this morning while I was working. That’s the way life should be. A cat should be sleeping next to your hand while you work.