Manny apparently had a kitty-cat stroke, around 3:30 this morning. I'm waiting in the passenger seat of the Jeep for them to bring him out on (what I was just calling in an email to the boss) a euthanasia extension cord, so I can hold him in my lap while he gives up the ghost.
The vehicle heat only works on full-bore high-fan high-heat, so I turn it in and off, doing the pandemic parking lot distance version of vet care.
They just called again. They're about to bring him out. I'm still in business mode, but will be falling apart within the half-hour.