A Return to the Cold War Era

Cammie has recovered from her illness, which had her throwing up and not eating, and from her recent bout of allergic reactions, and also from her cold. Unfortunately, she gave the last disease to Tucker.

The roly poly one started suffering a couple of days ago. He is much more audible in his condition than Cammie, who sniffed a little and sneezed a little more. Tucker, as befits his size compared to the princess’s, announces his illness all over the apartment. He snuffles and gurgles and breathes like he is chipping wood with a dull axe. His sneezing sometimes comes in fits of a dozen.

For all that, his appetite is still good, though not what it normally is. I am glad that he is eating, though, not only for the health of it, but because I need to give him his insulin injection with food. But even at his worst moments - and, truth be told, having a cold does not constitute one - he likes being cheerful, and can still muster a purr with a good chin-rub.

I did have to re-schedule Tucker’s dental surgery. The appointment was for next Tuesday but I have moved it back a week, on account of his cold. The veterinarian is pleased with his diabetes ‘numbers’ as shown in the latest curves, and he will have his outstanding oral problems dealt with soon.

In the meantime, I think Renn is the only feline resident of the apartment who hasn’t been on the sick list lately…