Harry was still there this morning, so I gave have him some milk and let him out to do what cats do. Harry is a large, ginger tabby with a stomach that scrapes the ground as he walks. I do wonder how he does it, probably scrounges food from every tenant in the block.
I called the hospital to see about Joe. He had come to, so I trekked across the City to see him. He still didn't look great but had some more colour about him. It was Tuberculosis he said, quite severe, but he reckoned he was on the mend. I had brought him some grapes and a newspaper. Why do people always bring grapes to hospitals?
I didn't stay long, as he was tired. I hope he'll be alright.
Harry was there again in front of my door, so I seem to have a new flat mate.
