He's still as skinny as a mink but he's slowly putting weight back on. He has a big old scar on his stomach so now we call him "Franken-Bubbles".
It's amazing how stressed out we get over our pets!
In (dis)honour of string, here's a little Neptune in the sixth house joke for sick kitties:
A piece of string goes into the bar and yells: "Oi!! Barman! Give me a drink!" The barman picks up the string and throws him into the street.
Thirsty, the string sits down to think of what he's going to do to get a drink. Suddenly, he comes up with a cunning plan. he's going to disguise himself! So he contorts himself into a completely
different shape and frizzes his hair into an afro. He goes back into the bar, hops up on the barstool and smiles sweetly at the bartender.
The bartender says: "You're that piece of string I threw out 5 minutes ago!"
The string says: "No, I'm a frayed knot!"