When I came home last night, Monkey was limping. Poor wee bunny couldn't put any weight on his front right leg, and he seemed very sleepy, although he did eat some food. Mackay was very grouchy, and thought we should wait a few days to see if he got better. Knowing the awful state that Elliott was in when she eventually began to limp on her leg (open wound, necrotising around the edges - I know, sounds fucking foul doesn't it) I was absolute in my determination to get him to the vet first thing in the morning. Good thing too, because it turned out he had a temerature of 104. He must have been burning up, poor little munchkin.

Now I know I sound overly sentimental and slightly grating in my semi-baby talk regarding my little cat, but... for anyone who hasn't owned and been responsible for an animal, it's difficult to explain. As it is, Monkey is very possibly brain damaged, and there is absolutely no way he would be able to look after himself in the outside world. You can't tell them to be good, you can't advise them, you can only hope that they can manage to get through the day intact. He's such a little twat, honestly, I can't tell you. Love him with all my heart.

He was so scared on the way to the vets that he was doing his panting catatonic shock thing, then he peed himself. You just want to bundle them up in your arms and tell them everything will be alright when something like that happens... God, it's awful. he's so unsavvy compared to any other cat I've ever known. Poor little sod, scared out of his mind. Christ, it puts you through the wringer it really does.

Observances: 1)Tottenham Court Road tube seems to be sinking and drowning. water is actually pouring down the walls. 2)Thank you to whorever decided to close half of The Mall down, it creates a lovely cycle lane. 3)My previously discussed comic idea would be a complete load of rubbish, I have discovered (scripts ok, drawing abilities laughable) so I'm going to try and improve my "at the age of 16 they weren't actually too bad" sketching/drawing skills a bit, but basically continue with the scripts until I can find something else to grab my attention (maybe i can improve my typing skills at the same time).

The comics buying frenzy continues with the now almost complete "Eightball" (in about 2 weeks? are you crazy? That must be some form of brainwashing, surely), and also - hah, Hate #28 today. Nearly there, 29 and 30 must be around some gud durned place. The resurgence in comic buying has started me thinking about something actually, which may or may not come off, but it's to do with here, so if it comes off then... well.. it'll be in here so you'll know, won't you.

Saw some great films over the weekend. "A Bugs Life" at last (fan-fuckin-tastic. I am glad I purposefully didn't see "Antz", which I will now of course be able to go to. Tell you what though, whereas "Toy Story" is full to the brim with fantastic quotes that you remember for ages afterwards, the only thing I can remember from this one is "I'm a beoootifool butterfly!". Sweet though) and "Shakespeare in Love" (must better than I thought it would be. great acting, excellent script, lovely homage to the play, lalalala) and rather marvellously, ai thought, "Animal Farm" was on the TV on Saturday. Excellent animation in that film.

Over at SamnJudes on Sunday. Jude played chess on his Palm Pilot for most of the afternoon, but their kittens are completely lovely as expected. Christ, they were wired in the whole time I was there. times like that you realise just how *not* like them you are.

Lastly, thought of a good thing t'other day. It's not just good, it's very good. However, I have to immerse myself in 1994-beginning of '96 before I can do anything really with it. I'll let you know what happens.

Still no word about the "thing". I think I pitched myself too high, and even though I could obviously do the job, the lack of "client handling" doesn't bode well. Sigh. Oh well. Back to the drawing board then.