tiredThank you all, so very much, for your kind wishes and concern. Alice is still sick, but seems to be on the mend—she felt well enough to glare at me this morning when I hauled her out from under the couch and pumped her full of sticky pink antibiotic goo. Thomas and Lilly are confused and clingy, since they don't understand what's going on, and everyone is thrilled by the sudden wide availability of tuna.
Medicating Alice is easier than it could be, because she is seriously one of the world's most civilized cats; she mostly just squirms and scowls at me, like her infection is my fault, and not the fault of rapidly-replicating bacteria. I cannot explain epidemiology to my cat. I know. I've tried.
I'll keep you posted, and thank you again. I really appreciate it.
November 23 2010, 23:55:24 UTC 6 years ago
(Yeah, I know you and half the people reading comments saw Newsflesh instead.... sorry!)
ALICE: Pushkin orders you to be well because he will send you the picture of the ULTIMATE Cat Thanksgiving platter on Thursday. Further statement from the Push: With the time difference you should DEMAND wonderful treats. Your mother is internationally known. Milk it, Sister. Milk it.
To Seanan, from me: I disavow my Maine Coon. Sorta kinda. Nah.
November 24 2010, 16:28:17 UTC 6 years ago