Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
Sam has always been a lap cat, here snuggled into my lap as we curled up on my love seat. I’ll let you guess where he is as I type this. We started him on antibiotics today to see if it will improve the digestive issues that have haunted him the past month, here’s hoping.
No Sam, dinner is still 40 minutes away. He gets hungry about 60 to 90 minutes before dinner and climbs into my lap and studies my every move, sometimes making biscuits on my stomach to suggest dinner must have been hours ago and I have clearly forgotten to feed him.
Sam’s not been feeling well the past couple of weeks, his appetite has been off and he’s had diarrhea. He had been throwing up too early on but we think that was a red herring as he was having trouble getting a hairball up. One benefit of getting laid off is that I can be home to give him extra feedings as he only eats so much in one sitting, so he’s ultimately getting enough food and hasn’t been losing weight, but we don’t know what is going on yet. His blood and urine tests both looked great, and he’s not in pain, so the vet wants to give him another week on gentler treatments before getting more aggressive. I’ll be a lot happier when he’s back in the pink of health.
Sam asleep in one of his favorite places, curled up on my legs. I took the picture a year ago but he’s in the same spot now, except today Trixie is next to him with her legs atop his.
“I do not deny them, for they are yet true, but look how happy I am!”
I AM YOUR BELOVED SAMWISE. PLEASE ENTER YOUR COMMAND.
Boolie 