This week so far has been one of worry and watching, as was the preceding weekend. But things are improving. Cammie is still feeling the effects of her cold but is eating - she consumed some hard-food last night and I couldn’t find evidence that it came back up - and her visits to the litter box are regular and uneventful.
And on the latter topic, Tucker seems to be depositing tidier items in the litter. When he comes out of the storeroom where the boxes are kept, he glances furtively around: I have been lifting him up and turning him over like a pancake to check his rear end. If it is dirty, I wash it. He dislikes that, so hopes to avoid my examinatory gaze. So far his nether regions are meeting with my approval.
Josie, meanwhile, continues to have a good appetite and enjoys her newly confirmed health. She is also finding delight in the fact that the sun is moving more and more to shine into the apartment. I watch she doesn’t stay too long in its rays; being a white cat, she is susceptible to cancer from such a source. But she is not a fanatic about sunlight, just an admirer.
And Renn continues to be the unremarkable member of the household, at least in terms of health. He eats little, considering his size, yet always has strength to jump into his favourite cat-tree. He has little enthusiasm for food, and plays sporadically, but loves a chest-rub and is the first to come to bed with me at night. He prefers the uneventful days.
And after the last week or so, we all hope there is nothing of excitement to describe over the coming long weekend. Just a few days of quiet relaxation. Right, Renn?