Datsa's doing much better, and it looks like his system is actually processing his food correctly now, so we'll have good news to give the vet when we call him in a couple of hours. It's a little disconcerting to have to administer his medicine when I'm still half-asleep (we currently need to give him the pill twice a day a half hour before eating, and of course he's always hungry), but for some reason I can do it and Robin can't yet. Meanwhile, he still smells from the clinic and Amy hasn't yet recognized his scent so she's freaking out and hiding a lot:
The close-up on the left is her resting atop the highest shelf of my clothes closet, and on the right she's feeling more comfortable with Robin's puppet than with her fellow feline. I hope she comes around again in the next couple of days.
Cat news via Google includes Thomas, who's being "deluged with credit card deals and gym membership offers" in the mail; the results of a new UK survey on cats (maybe that's how Thomas got on all those mailing lists!); a cat's whisker makes for good fishing; and more than I wanted to know about civets and coffee beans. Then of course there's Neil Gaiman's latest blog anecdote about Fred the Unlucky Black Cat.
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