I don’t often talk about things like this, but I had a horrible morning. One of my little tigers got her head caught in the throw on the sofa, she was so scared and scratched me to bits when I tried to help her, I was so afraid and felt so helpless, I ran for some scissors and when I got back (only seconds) she was sitting quite still and let me cut her free. Bless her tiny little bones.
Not long after, she was running about and playing, whilst I was the one left shaking. I love them both so much, more than I thought possible, and it would break my heart if anything happened to either of them.
Drama over, deep breath. I wish you all a wonderful weekend.