Cosmo is home, and so far seems to be on the road to recovery.
He spent all of Saturday night following me around and trying to be in my arms at all times, which I was happy to oblige him with. He has since spent Sunday and most of today trying to avoid LB's enthusiastic devotions of love.
Poppy isn't taking Cosmo's return in good stride: she was happy to be an only cat last week, and has been hissing her displeasure for these past two days.
It's a fine balance, my friends.
A fine balance.