Good morning, yawl. Squeaky is a tiny bit stronger — I fed her her thyroid pill and spooned some food into her mouth, and after she recovered from that shock she got up from her pillow and made her way slowly out to the patio. Xena was not pleased that her turf was invaded by the evil other cat, so she stood there hissing until I made her go inside. Play nice or pay the penalty! Squeaky is now sitting outside on the damp mulch in my mulch bed (which I would prefer to replace with sand or rocks like some other people in the complex have done with theirs — the mulch just gets wet and grows mushrooms) — I guess it makes her think of her days when she lived outside. I think she’s walking so slowly because her kidney area is sore; hopefully when I start her on fluids she’ll start to feel better. But at least she’s taking an interest in things.
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