Satch is very, very sick and may not be long for this world. Two nights ago, he had to be separated from Dizzy so we could monitor his litter box, and Dizzy, surprisingly, spent most of the night outside the bathroom door where Satch was sequestered and cried and cried out for him. When I brought Satch home from the vet again yesterday, Dizzy, who normally licks only as a precursor to a sneak attack of biting, came over and started licking and licking him. He followed him around the apartment, jumped up on the sofa with us, and only licked. No biting. I’m quite proud of him, and honestly, grateful, because poor little Satch doesn’t need any extra stress right now. It was too cute not to capture, so here you go, video evidence of Dizzy not being an unholy terror: