Right this minute Rio is relaxing in the post-op room of the vet, sans one gammy leg.

My heart has been in my mouth all evening. I am totally nervous about him making it through the operation. I am scared about crying when I see him and am sad I have to spend the next nine nights all alone.

Jess took him in this morning, on evil rush-hour Marunouchi Line, and Rio was so distressed that he reowed constantly and bit through the carry bag, into Jess’s finger. Apparently, the wound was very deep and spurted. Probably did not go down well with the jam-packed salary-men.

I just hope that this is the end of it and from here on in he will be a happy and healthy three legged cat.