It's Formerly Feral Friday.
Henryville has been hopping!
Sultry.
Henry, in charge.
"Hey, I'm sleeping here!"
Although we don't yet have the blood and urine test results yet as of this post, the Monday vet visit was inciteful.
We discussed each of his meds, his food, and his habits, including loose stools.
The vet gave me prescriptions for specialty foods, for cats with intestinal woes.
Before traveling that path, we decided to see if he'd enjoy the canned food that Manny and Chili Bruce eat, and what Henry used to lick up before he didn't.
I opened a can, and Henry ate it down.
And he ate the next bowl, and the next.
Guess what I found deposited in the litter box Thursday morning?
Tootsie rolls, if that's not too graphic.
Of course, Thursday afternoon, he's avoiding that food.
What a sassy, bossy cat!
He's doing this his way, and his humans and veterinarian need to get used to it.
Will accept this cattitude; perhaps it means he's feeling better.
