Good morning, world. I’m typing this from my bedroom, where I’m sitting on the bed and hoping to lure my unsuspecting cat up to me so I can give him his morning antibiotic. I hate giving it to him. It makes him drool like crazy, turning my little snuggly Mal into the feline reboot of Turner and Hooch.
However, as far as I’ve seen, he’s improving. He’s still got a few more days of treatment, but something in this concoction of stuff he’s getting is helping. There’s a probiotic, the antibiotic, anti-hairball cat treats, and Benefiber. Come Wednesday, Mal will finish up the antibiotic. We’ll see what happens then.
We did the weekly food shopping yesterday. Walmart finally restocked the sweet potatoes. They even had Brian’s preferred Gatorade for the first time in weeks. I grabbed a few little things and a PopTart pajama set.
Supposedly, we’re supposed to air the house today. We’ve had the AC on and the windows closed since May, and Mom thinks it’s time to let the breeze in. I can’t wait. The nonstop AC has been the biggest adjustment for down here. I love wide open windows.
At the moment, however, everything is closed up.
