Update

[desperance]

Mac's okay. Still sleepy (awww, cute little sleepy Mac...), but I can pick him up in an hour or so. Baz gets just one more little hour to rule this roost, all stretched out in front of the fire with no danger of being pounced upon...

I have filled more boxes and written more words, but not enough of either. It will never be enough. I am trapped between two event horizons, and they will shortly tear me apart. The cats will have half a body each to chow down on: much like a normal mealtime, then. Mmm, gushyfudz. I hope Mac has teeth enough left to chew on me.