I don’t like it. The cats don’t like it. And they’re getting snarky with one another when it cools down to where they feel like moving.
And poor DeeJay has a cold. He’s been sneezing so much, he’s shooting out blood. And his breath smells like the breath of someone with a sore throat. I started him on the l-Lysine paste I got back in March for Handsome. I figured he’d like it because he likes the Nutrical. Huh uh, not gonna lick it. He tried, and it just didn’t float his boat.
So I grabbed his little body, put him up on the counter and wiped my finger off on the inside of his cheek. This didn’t please him, but he got the l-Lysine.
He’ll get some again tonight and again tomorrow.
The cold hasn’t affected his appetite, he’s still begging for food.
And he must be eating quite a bit, because he’s pooping a lot, too. I wish he’d poop in one spot. But he doesn’t, he poops like a dog. *sigh*
Damn dogs.
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