I’ve done it. Serg’s surgery is scheduled for Tuesday evening. He cannot eat or drink from 8am on that day so he doesn’t get horribly sick on the anesthesia.

It’s still a few days away but I’m already fretting about it – and freaking out about being alone in the apartment that night. I’ve come to depend on my little mouser being around! Not to mention, I’ve gotten used to talking to him when I get home from work – now I’ll feel even more the freak since I’ll be talking to myself for a whole evening!

I do know this much – Wednesday the little bugger is going to milk this for all he’s got. So I better be prepared with the treats.