The Hazards of Normal

Everyone is feeling better at the Cosy Cabin. Indigo is back to eating (though I supplement her conventional food with Recovery, so I can mix in her Restoralax), snoozing on her armchair (she had abandoned it for the floor) and asking to lie on my lap. She is also now objecting a little to her fluids…

Neville’s condition has also improved. Cerenia has rarely let me down, and in this case, it helped restore the Nevsky over-night. His poop is still somewhat soft but firm and formed. When it was otherwise, I would have to take him to the Treatment Room (the bathroom) for cleaning after his litter-box visits, heralding the procedure with a “Come on, my boy; let’s go.”

I observed him yesterday afternoon, in the corridor litter-box. He threw out some little poops when he was trying to cover them. They were of just the right consistency. No cleaning required today, I thought. Then, as he was exiting the box, he stepped on a poop and squished it. Sigh.

“Come on, my boy; let’s go…”