GuyJinx left for a gig so it's me, 1 cat who's so hopped up on drugs that he seems to have lost bladder control, and 1 cat who is sobbing for attention.

I plan to spend tonight following Jagger around with towels and a water bowl, trying to tell Gizmo he's still loved and probably having some wine. White wine. In a big glass. I'm probably going to feel like a Lifetime Original Movie mother whose child is in trouble (I kind of already do).

So, grab a drink, start up Netflix and entertain me while Moment of Truth: Jagger's Meds Are Too Fuckin' Strong plays out in my kitchen. Because after they upped his meds dosage, this is my cat: