And tomorrow I’m taking Oliver in. Poor guy has been having a harder and harder time jumping up and this afternoon, he’s hardly jumping up at all and his back is very tender to the touch.
In case you don’t remember, Ollie was the cat we took in from our ex-pet sitter. He belonged to her father-in-law, and had been hit by a car. Her FIL wouldn’t keep him in and she said she didn’t see leaving him there after having him taken care of. But he didn’t like her husband or her son (he didn’t like men), so she asked if we’d take him. We said yes, his first night here was spent on Brian’s lap (so much for not liking men).
His leg hadn’t been broken, but dislocated. He was still pretty sore when he came to live here and I was able to get him in to an acupuncturist who did wonders for him.
But now, he’s not doing so good and tomorrow I’ll take him in to see if there’s any reason for his pain. Hopefully, it’s just temporary.
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