My gosh, he’s a terror!
I pick up Roy to put goop in his ears, syringe liquid in his mouth, clean his eyes and ears - and he purrs. I feel guilty - but grateful - that he has to go through all this.
Oops, I meant I feel guilty he has to go through this stuff. But I am grateful it’s him and not crazy sister Cotton.
Speaking of her, she has been limping and the medication she was given a month or so ago made her sick. So I had to discontinue it. I brought her to my new vet who gave her an injection. For the very first time she went upstairs. She’s also been locked in the basement three times. Which is good, means she is finally getting to explore. Poor little thing her paw hurt so bad that all she did was hide in my room.
Well something happened to my lower back yesterday and I can barely move. My son came and took the cat to the vet and picked up a few things at the store for me.