Smells

Schmutz on his forehead, kitty litter dust. Not Ash Wednesday, and he's not Catholic, but he does have the smear on his brow. His focus is odd, although better than last night. He's chased a little, eaten a lot, munched grass. Spent a lot of the night in the dryer.

Still smells of what we finally think was a baby wipe used at the vet's to wipe some goo or whatever off of him. (The phrase, "stink like a two-dollar whore" kept coming to mind.) After a call to them to try to figure it out, and request that they stop doing that, used some spray on, waterless cat shampoo. Gotten long ago, it has a much milder, fruity scent that fades quickly. That helped, a far less drastic solution than giving him a full on B-A-T-H. That was the next step. He didn't like the spray stuff and brushing, but I can't imagine a dousing with water would have been better received. And he's not really licking himself much, yet. At least he's stopped sneezing since the dry-bath. And my headache from the perfume is easing as well.



He's sunning now, after having eaten everything we put out for him. Doesn't seem to care about the IV and blood draw shaved spots on his front legs. We did wind up taking the bandage off for him after the requisite hour.

Anesthesiologists will tell one that all the drugs clear out in a few hours. But in my own experience, and what I've seen with D, it's a good 24-36 hours before one feels normal, after. This seems to be holding true. Moby is not quite himself, yet.