Lunch with Romy, who has done a brilliant job on the newsletter. Kooky is still spending most of his time hidden away, mainly squashed under the sofa, but comes out for air when he gets too hot. Ate all his supper tonight - seems to really like poor old Fet's diet food, so he is going to be expensive to feed.
Dear me, Michael Jackson has died. Heard it late last night. On Twitter, there is a link to a news station that said he took an overdose of sleeping pills before a heart attack, but this is not referred to elsewhere. The postmortem will no doubt tell. Somehow it was a bit of a shock hearing about his death. Just that morning the death of Farrah Fawcett-Majors had been announced.
Kooky is totally obsessed with squeezing himself under the sofa. He's a strange boy. He ate most of his breakfast this morning which is a good sign. He seems more relaxed generally, apart from his odd hiding habits.