Moby is lurking in the closet. He's eaten a little. Hates the bandage on his paw, no doubt the local anesthetic makes it feel weird and disturbing. Perking up ever so slightly. I still have to give him antibiotic tonight, which I'm finding ridiculously difficult. But it will happen.
Poor friend.
Gonna be a long three days until the dressing comes off his paw. If he gets it off sooner, I have to re-bandage it.
Knowing this really was all necessary makes it bearable. My training is not making it any easier. Almost the opposite, because I feel so responsible, while wanting someone else to do this, not to be the one causing more distress. This should be easy, for me. I can help D with medicalish stuff, but I can talk to him, and he understands and agrees. Moby doesn't and can't.
Still.
Two teeth rotting in his head had to come out. That paw may be amenable to treatment once they have a better idea what it is. We want him to live with us a long long time.
The care and feeding of a household god.
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Poor friend indeed, but at least he's home now. They're marvellous at not bearing grudges.
I know.
They can't tell us how they feel.
its really frustrating to see them so in pain!!
Poor kitty. He'll be better soon. And what Lucy said about them not bearing grudges - they forget.
{{{ moby }}}
He got the bandage off by morning, the one I tried to put on lasted a milisecond. He's hiding in the closet, but eating, excreting, breathing, drinking. Seems freaked out but comfortable enough.
Of course, there are thunderstorms threatening.
"Poetic fallacy" is what the English teachers call that :-)
Is that covered under Poetic License?
Is he OK now, Zhoen?
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