Hobbes now has permission from the vet to venture outside the house again. He seemed somewhat reluctant at first, but once I pushed him out of the door he set off on a tour of his favourite sleeping spots. I suspect he won’t come home until breakfast time tomorrow.
On a more manly note, I bought myself a new pressure washer today to replace the one that died a few weeks ago, and proceeded to annihilate the moss on the garden path. Tomorrow should hopefully see the garden finally finished, only 9.5 years after I moved into the house.