Happy Thursday, peeps. It’s a sunny morning. Mal won’t relax, and getting pet is the MOST EXCITING THING EVER for him. He’s moving between his food bowl in the bedroom and my lap. I think he eats a bite or two in his trips between me and the dish, at most. Between the two spaces, he crawls under a seat and covers himself in dust bunnies.
Dust bunnies = snacks
In other cat news, Chaucer‘s trip to the vet went ok. He got his shots. Unfortunately, everything is done via phone, so I only got about 5 minutes to talk to the vet. We briefly talked about his over-grooming (no hairballs? Don’t worry) and then his habit of standing at the water bowl and drinking for 5 minutes at a time. The vet said that’s common with older cats and kidney disease, but cats “handle it on their own for years”. She advised that at his age, unless he’s losing weight, he’s looking good and just make sure he’s got plenty of water wherever he wants it.
It obviously was a rough day for Chaucer, that required a cuddle from someone NOT ME.
It took six months, but Chaucer finally decided Brian might be friendly.
Mal has an appointment this morning. I kind of hope he shits on someone.
LMAO, hopefully if he does it isn’t on you!