Percy spent Friday at the vet’s. And he spent Friday night not speaking to me. I felt so guilty; we had some extra time in the morning and, because the bedroom door was closed (to prevent under-the-bed-hiding), he came and sat with me on the couch — even climbed on my lap — for some quality petting time. Of course then I had to put him in the carrier. He actually doesn’t mind the carrier that much — it was the holding him and picking him up. He was very good at the vet’s. Scared but quiet, not frantic.
They re-did all his tests to see if he’s improving (we won’t get the results for a day or two). Unfortunately, he’s lost a bit of weight — probably from the stress of moving here. But he’s eating well now and they were impressed with how much better he looks. His fur is much healthier and he doesn’t look as much like an old man. 😉
When I came to pick him up he, literally, would not look at me. There were mild protests on the way home and when we got home, and I released him from the crate, he didn’t run and hide but he did keep his distance and whenever I looked at him, he had his back to me. 🙂 It took me three hours to get him to eat his pill (and he loooves the pill pockets) but by bed time — after dinner + seconds — I was pretty much forgiven. This morning he was all smiles and purrs.
Oh! the kittens are growing. Cedar almost got out of the box. Curiosity is running high and they’re playing with the holes (handles) in the box! They’re three weeks old. As soon as they start peeing/pooping with out Oprah’s help, I’ll probably take the box away or maybe cut them a door. And then I’ll see if I can start to get them to eat.