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Bastian weighs nine hundred grams less than in March. I know because the food bowl keeps a log now, and Mor let me read it. Nine hundred grams is like four bananas. On a cat that is a LOT of bananas.

We go to the vet tomorrow at 15:20. I have counted the tiles in our bathroom twice (there are 114, one is cracked) and it did not help as much as usual.

→ Here is my question for you: do you think animals know when something is wrong inside them, or do they only know that they are tired? Because Bastian still sits in the window at 16:00 when the light comes over the roof of the bakery. He does that every day. He would not do that if he was scared. Right?

It has rained on Frederiksberg Allé all week and the trees are doing that dripping thing. I drew him as a dragon but small, so he could fit in my pocket and I could bring him everywhere.

I am not worried. I am mostly not worried.

Oskar (og Bastian)

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