Twister is sick. I called the vet (conveniently happens to be the father of children I babysit). He says I can call anytime tonight if I Twister's mood changes. I might be taking him. Yes, it is 11:52. I have never seen him this way. He can barely move; when I put him down he just slightly falls/lays down. And he can barely open his right eye.
I found him in the luv sac. He wouldn't move for anything.
I made him a bed, and then I remembered that I forgot to leave space for myself, oh well.
I love him so much, equally as a sibling infact.. mostly because he doesn't talk back ;)
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