Jim’s improvement lasted through the night, and he’s comfortable this morning, and even more mobile than I’d like. I’ll crate him again, while I’m at the note factory. But I can’t get him to eat solid food, and this is exactly where you run into trouble if you’ve been serving a very high-value diet all along. I’ve just cooked a delicious all-natural chicken breakfast sausage for him. This particular sausage is apple and maple flavored, and so good I could easily eat a whole package. But although he sniffed at the pieces, no business has resulted (to quote P.G. Wodehouse). I will try again after rehearsal.