Somehow I always see his name in caps with and exclamation mark. As a child of television, I can’t help it.
What a sweetheart. He needs meds for his hyperthyroidism and though I was told he’s easy to pill I was also told he’ll take it in his food, too. I gave him his first meal and hid the pill in it. He only ate half the food but — in what may be a first in the history of domesticated cats — he ate the half with the pill in it! He didn’t seem that keen on the food. He needs fattening up so I thought I’d give him the open leftovers of kitten food I had. Then I tried one of the fancy name brands labelled “for intense beauty”. He actually seemed offended. Clearly, he knows he’s beautiful enough already. Then I tried the store brand beef flavour. It disappeared almost before I could turn around! “More please”. Got it; no froo-froo food. You’re a manly man. (Emphasized later when he ate around the vegetables in the “stew” flavour I gave him!)
So far he’s not interested in play. Just snoozing and snuggling. The other night I went in to spend some time with him. Typically (especially with the shy ones) I lie on the floor and read out loud. I figured with him I’d just read to myself; shy he’s not! But he wouldn’t settle, winding around me and walking between me and the book. Until I started reading out loud. Then he lay down and rested his head on my arm! I melted a little. Ok, a lot. Then this happened: