Scraps the Cat came home today. Rudy, who had spent the past few days weeping and screaming and, well to put it in the most graphic possible terms, throwing up his guts and probably his brains, approached her arrival in awe. He spent the afternoon in a cross species activity of dogging her footsteps. She seems happy about the whole thing.
And the good news is that since she will still be mildly radioactive until May 2 we won't have to use a nightlight.
All is well and the rhythm of the house has returned to its own.