We have had the most amazing string of bad luck lately. At the beginning of the quarter, my car broke down. It's so old that I wasn't sure we should fix it, so it's been sitting at my father's house. Then Beorn's favorite cat went missing, we searched everywhere, but it turned out that she was killed by a stray dog. We are still mourning. Then last Sunday our other car was stolen. By Tuesday our BOK (big orange kitty) was ill, so I borrowed a car and took him to the vet. It turned out that he had a fever of 106, which apparently was high enough that the vet was concerned. We spent the rest of Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday worrying about BOK. We gave him antibiotics and injected him with chilled subcutaneous fluids to bring down his fever. When he decided to hide under the bed, I checked on him every twenty minutes. Yesterday, after we shot him up again, he suddenly decided that he was feeling better. He sat up and began eating. So I'm overjoyed, it's amazing what can make you thankful when things have been crappy. I'm just happy that my cat didn't die.