Pauline is doing just fine this morning, she seems livelier but i don't know if it's cos she feels better or is objecting strongly to being given her antibiotics and being demaggoted ( not something one wants to be doing before ones had breakfast ) she's still eating and drinking but instead of sleeping in the cat basket all day ( Riff Raff is not best pleased) she's taken to standing under the wheel barrow. don't want to tempt fate, but i think she may just make it, i think the vet underestimated her will to survive, my dad wanted to know how we knew it was Pauline, pip gave him a scornfull look (one that only a 12 yr old can do) and said we'd recognise her anywhere, she was always last to bed and hogged the favourite nesting box, she would stay in there for hours and wouldn't let the others in. good old Pauline ( she still owes me 37 quid tho)