As you can probably guess, Oscar was a pretty sad little boy last night (he actually hasn't been himself since Thursday night when Brosa bounced on him). We had a very quiet day today, as I was quite exhausted by it all as well, and Oscar slept most of the afternoon away.
He woke up feeling pretty perky by supper time, which is fabulous news.
Tonight's supper (for me) is bbq'd chicken kabobs with a side of garden salad.
Never think that this ordeal has put Oscar off food - the Mooch is alive and well, and begging for chicken at my feet.
He brought the others running as well.