Caturday

This is kind of dark, but you can see the contrast in my ruff, which wasn't shaved and my lower chest, which was.  I am growing fur back, but slowly.  Mom hasn't taken any pictures lately.

Karen Jo:  I promise to take new pictures of you, Herman.  I am not going to take any pictures of Emma until she feels better.  I hate to see her lying flat on the floor.  The Emma update is that she is not doing too well.  The good news is that she is still drinking and using the litter box.  She does feel much more comfortable in her room with the door closed.  She moves around the room and last night I even found her upon the fake sheepskin cushion in the easy chair.  The bad news is that she isn't eating.  I bought some baby food today and she wouldn't even lick a tiny bit off my finger.  She just turned her face away from it.  I am going to mix up a slurry of baby food and water and syringe some into her tonight.  I syringed a little water into her today and it prompted her to drink more water on her own. So far she is hanging in there and she does have some body fat, but not much.  I know that I can only syringe one ml of the diluted baby food into her at once, but does anyone know how many times a day I should do it to keep her going?

I want to go see Emma.

Karen Jo:  I am sorry, Herman, but you can't.  She is too sick.

Now that I can't play with Emma, I am playing with my toys again.  Mom and I played for a long time this evening.  Mom plays with me whenever I want now.  She gives me good stuff to eat, too.  I have gotten chicken, steak and roast beef in the last couple of days.  I am getting more treats than usual, too.

Karen Jo:  I have to watch myself to see that I don't spoil you even rottener than you are now.  I am glad that you want to play with me again.