Making Progress

Mom kept trying to take a picture of my shaved chest, but I wouldn't let her. A big mancat like me should have fur on his chest. You can see how short the vet lady clipped my ruff in the front, though. It's a bit cold going around bare-chested, too. I am doing a lot of meatloaf position on the rug, trying to keep warm. Luckily we had sunshine today, so I could warm up in the sunspots. I am feeling perkier today. I actually played with my flashy ball for a minute or two. I wasn't very enthusiastic about it, but Mom and I rolled it back and forth a little bit. Boy, have I been hungry! I ate up almost all the Stinky Goodness that Mom gave me for breakfast and lunch and I ate half a can in forty-five minutes after Mom got home from work, which is very unusual for me. I also ate some of my dry food. I have decided that I don't much like Mom squirting stuff in my mouth, but I am going to let her do it. She only needed two tries to get my Interferon down me this morning. Then I got my sardine! I really confused her about that. After asking and asking for my sardine for three days, when I finally got one, I only licked up the oil and nibbled at it. I had eaten more than usual for breakfast, though, so maybe I wasn't all that hungry at sardine time. I am still making poop puddles, but they are smaller and not quite as liquid. Maybe I'll get lucky and not have to go back to the vet for antibiotics.

Karen Jo: I really hope that you do get lucky, Herman. I think it was funny that every time I pointed the camera at you, you covered up your chest. I didn't realize that you were self-conscious about your shaved spot. I think you'll get back to eating your sardine again. You probably got used to not having it and didn't save room for it. I am glad to see you eating so much. The vet was very happy about your weight. You have gained one and two-thirds pounds since coming to live with me. You now weigh in at a mancatly 12.4 pounds.