Spartacus the Cat, you appear to be getting better.

If you’d told me a week ago that the unceremonious pawing of my face at 7:30 this morning (after going to bed close to 1 a.m.), claws mostly retracted, announcing—along with a running monologue of long-suffering mews—that it was indeed breakfast time were things I'd be overjoyed about, I would have been skeptical.

Today it’s made my day.

He’s still limping, but that also seems to be improving. Hopefully this remains the case.