Oh, woe, woe to the Republic

My poor mouse is ill. Shittin and spittin all over the shop. We have finally got him to bed with 8 oz of sugared salted water and a kisss- I hope he’s ok and I shall check on him shortly. I have been avoiding going into his room because I don’t want to disturb him, but he has the uncanny knack of vomiting absolutely silently so can lie in his own sick for hours and hours at a strech and not complain.

I have made peace with the parents and explained why we will not be attending, and have rescheduled the weekend - and actually, it may turn out to be for the best cause my stepmom is sounding stressed and dad was busybusy.

I just hope mouse is better soon. I can’t bear it when he’s ill - I can’t do anything for him.