Hospital...

I'm off to hospital tomorrow. It's a minor operation, but I react badly to general anaesthesia, so I'm a little nervous. I will probably have to stay overnight. A very kind friend has offered to drive me to the hospital, so at least there's no chance I'll oversleep.

Right now I'm walking round the flat trying to think of what things I need to arrange before I leave. I've not been able to pack anything yet because Sylvester is eyeing me speculatively... my next door neighbour will be cat-sitting until my return, but she was begging me not to let Sylvester see any bags, or he'd go off in a sulk and she'd worry.

I'm sure that Sylvester would only sulk if he wasn't hungry; if he misses the odd meal because he's throwing a strop, it'll do his waistline the power of good. However, as a well-trained cat-companion (note, I do not class myself as an "owner") I prefer not to upset him...

Prayers would be appreciated. For me, not the cat...