We had to take Mr. Long to the vet this morning. He had a baseball sized lump attached to the side of his face. He didn’t care if I touched it, which was odd, and he was starving and ate a lot. But it was an abscess. So he has been operated on successfully, is coming along just fine and we have to go pick him up in a couple of hours.
I SO want him to be an indoor cat, but the old lady cats we have HATE him to come in the house. They attack him, and pester him, and stalk him. And he’s more of a lover, not a fighter, so he ends up being exceedingly henpecked. Poor thing. Now he’s going to have to live in a room by himself for a week while he’s collared and has the drain in. This has been a very expensive animal month.
Lewi had to go to the vet and then straight to the Dog Ophthalmologist. Really. Who even knew there was such a thing. He’s doing much better now. Me, not so much. I have to put four sets of things in his eye twice a day, with 10 minutes in between each drop. That feels like pretty much all I do every day now, is put drops and goop in Lewi’s eyes. And clean them out. At least he’s very good about it. I give him tiny treats each time so he’s always thinking about that instead of the drops.
Sissy says, “Put a drop in my eye, too, so I can have a treat!”
Lewi says, “Ready!”
And here are a few gramma and baby pics.
Cute little thang, ain’t she? I just stare at her a lot. Completely enamored.
I got to do face time with her lovely little cousin? 2nd cousin? My niece’s baby Gwyneth. She was also quite delightful as is her beautiful mother. It was fun.
I feel good today, abscessy-cats notwithstanding.