Surgery...

Poor old Mousey really has been through a lot. He's been repaired twice already, and tonight it's his third session of surgery to mend the ladders and holes that are steadily appearing over his much-loved body.

I dread the day he becomes no longer 'fixable', wee C will be gutted. I daren't even put him in the washing machine for fear he disintegrates, although he badly needs a wash!

I've blipped Mousey before in slightly healthier days. Only slightly, mind. :-)