She runs from me. I can't give her pain meds. If she sees me with the food dish, she'll let me approach. I hate this. I want to hold her and cuddle her and pet her and kiss her. It's not like she was ever a cuddle kitty, but right now, it's what I want to do with her. I want her to not be afraid of me. I want to make her feel better.
She was on one of the pillows on the patio yesterday and I was able to get a picture of her (using the zoom function on the camera). I won't post it on this main page, you'll have to click the "there's more" below to see it. It's disturbing and ugly. But it's my Katie Boogs. The blood on her nose is from the vet trip on Monday.