So Penelope is indeed all backed up right now. The vet is going to give her a micro-enema, and keep her overnight to see how she does.

And I hate this, and I'm very upset and worried. Without her, the house feels completely empty. Glad I don't have to work tomorrow, because I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep well tonight.

(And yes, she is just a cat. It's not like we stay up late discussing Proust over a nice bottle of red. But through all the changes I've been through in the past 8 years, from jobs and locations and schools and friends and relationships, even apartments and houses, she has been the one thing that's been constant. So if you think I'm overreacting, you can just keep that to yourself.)