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today started out with an adrenaline surge. I got up, got dressed and went downstairs to feed the cats their breakfast. As I'm in the kitchen, I hear from upstairs Grimmy crying as if in pain. I drop everything (causing cat food to scatter across the kitchen floor) and race upstairs to see what had happened.

He was fine. He was in the middle of my bed, curled up on the still warm electric blanket and when he saw me come racing into the room, he flopped onto his back for belly rubs saying "please". He just wanted me to come back to bed. *sigh*