poorly boy

This little one got all of a sudden poorly and sad. Up every 1.5 hours through the night and generally miserable... but still not at the point where he’s good at locating what hurts. Could be his ears I suppose. Antony was on street pastors so he slept with me for a little while in the early hours. And then turned up again and again for cuddles but didn’t want to be with both of us as it was too hot. Such a sad sausage.