He is looking better, though.
He's not as thin. He's not as active as he once was, but at least he's awake.
He looks alright, but I wouldn't know for sure until his vet appointment. And that was yesterday.
And he needed more of his special hypoallergenic food. That food was $130!
I remember looking at him as I was checking out to leave the vet office and mouthing under my breath...
"You lil' Ninja!"
LOL. We're gonna make that food last until February or March, man. I hope this is the last of his vet visits. He doesn't have to go back until October 2013, which is FINE by me. He has cost me a grip! Ugh.
At least he's gotten the hang of riding in the car.
He thoroughly understands that if one who has gastrointestinal problems doesn't want to be thrown to and fro around the car, one MUST sit still in the passenger seat. Very still. And be very careful not to scratch Lucy the Lexus' leather. Very careful.
He isn't all that active, but good grief... that Oldcat is needy. Every time I lay down, he wants to be held. Either that, or he wants to lay on me.
I have thrown him in a choke hold so he will run away from me and leave me alone, but he returns 5 minutes later. And he will lay on me.
And he gets close to my head, which is disturbing.
Very disturbing. It is odd to wake up and see the eye of the tiger, uh, I mean, the eye of the Original Oldcat.
I am just glad that he's alright. Hopefully this is the end of his woes. He is 15 years old, and maybe he has a few good years left.
A little video of a song that came out around the time he was born... from whence his middle name comes.
LOL.. That middle name caused some O_o at the vet. But uh, they have a gazillion Oscars in their computer system. Let's just say it was easy to find Oscar's name.
You better call Oscar-Tyrone!
And tell him come on and help you git your sh**!