It's raining again. It will be raining tomorrow. And it just might rain on Saturday. Good thing I don't need to do laundry.
Anyway, I find this incredibly hard to believe, but Pete's breathing is already a lot better. He's much quieter.
There was some loose poo on the sofa this morning (I cover it in disposable pee pads at night for easy cleanup) . I don't know if that was Mystie or Pete. There was also some loose stool on the floor, once again, not sure who it belongs to.
Anyway, he ate probably a whole can of liver and chicken pate Fancy Feast this morning. Hungry boy. (He does not like it when I wipe his face when he's done, but I want to keep his nose clear.)
I did see small, well formed poo in the laundry room litterbox that I believe may be his. This would be great!
He's only had 24 hours worth of meds so far, so, I don't know what to think. Unless one of those meds is an absolute killer med. I'm not complaining. At all. If he's more comfortable, that's what counts.
I also slept for about eleven hours from last night until this morning. I had no idea what a toll this was taking on me. Sleep is nice.