Well, he’s recovering from his crash earlier this week, that’s obvious.
Early this morning (that magic 3:30 am time, when my eyes open and my mind starts running) I woke up, Mickey wasn’t on the bed, I went in search of him. Found him on the arm of the sofa, gave him a little scritch on his back, he stood up, I heard him clawing at the towel that covers the arm. What a great sound that was. Then he eventually came to bed, came up to my arm, gave it a couple of licks (YAY! Mickey’s back!) and laid down. I’ve missed those morning Mickey kisses. It was one of the things that set off my internal sick kitty alarm.
When I put down the morning Kirkland kibble, he was right there in the garage, getting the first handful.
He got his first fluids with potassium this morning and he wasn’t pleased. The ones I gave him on Tuesday and Wednesday went smoothly, today’s did not. He kept trying to walk away from me. *lol* But he eventually got them all, I rubbed him down with a towel and he liked that.
Now he’s out sleeping in the bay window in the family room. It’s nice.