Drugs, more drugs

The human slaves boxed up Pandora and Schrodinger today and took them off to the evil vets.  Seems the boys haven't been eating much, I did think Schrodinger was looking a bit thin but no one listened to me. Schrodinger was not amused by his travel arrangements in the small transportation device.

Pandora seemed resigned to his fate, plus I imagine he was looking forward to another treatment of drugs (and the cold stick up his bottom).

Last night Eowyn and myself curled up together on top of the Tower of Nirvana though I think Eowyn was trying to copy me on trying different positions but, failing miserably. 

Later on I found a good use for Schrodinger, as a pillow.