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Luckily, around night 6 a certain apathy kicks in.
- Number of animals I've killed last night: 4
(Perhaps worth clarifying, that was what I set out to do. If they'd all died on me while I was trying to keep them alive, my mood would be much worse.) - Number of animals on whose life I potentially improved in a meaningful way: 1
(Oh, I treated a couple more, but if you're a 14 year old Lurcher, nothing I do will make much of a difference to you anyway.)
Sometimes work is not exactly uplifting. - Number of nights I still have to work: 3
- Number of animals I might have adopted: 1
Oh well.
Have two pictures of Tiny, looking at him without being cheered up is not easy:

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He's just learning how to purr properly too. I never had a kitten, I didn't expect that level of cuteness.
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Anyhow, ADOPT him. Omg, so adorable. He looks like he's going to be huge.
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I certainly couldn't resist that one. He's playing with his bouncy toy now...
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(Brucie and Dukie want him over for a playdate. They promise not to be too rough with him)
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Luckily he doesn't seem to mind rough. But he'll have to decline the playdate anyway. He's not allowed to leave the country for the next 10 weeks until everyone can be sure he's not a rabid beast ;)
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So very cute.
Sorry you had to kill the animals, but Iam sure you eased their suffering.
(see? That wasn't so hard, wasn't it?;))
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(I'm trying! Maybe I'll even get to post some of my London photos at this rate.)
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