...for the wee tuxedo cat. Ivy's up to 5 pounds 6 ounces, which is a nice change. We are to give Ivy her subQ fluids every day now. Ivy tolerates that well, so we don't think it'll be too traumatic. Had a talk about the ultimate visit <shudder>. Dr G. feels that, while she doesn't see Ivy lasting through the summer, she's bright and alert and enjoying life now.
Darn tootin' I am. I'll be enjoying it more when my foods get here, y'know...
On our way, old miss....
Ivy, of course, topped this vet visit on our return home with the worst case of wobble-leg we've seen in months. She has been stopping and resting every 5-10 steps as she wanders through the house. While she is taking it well, you can see her going through the cost/benefit analysis of an action with all the precision of a true mathematician.
Hmmmm...is effort, x, less than or equal to happiness, y, which I shall derive from being on the back of the couch?
Oh, yeah...
Ivy has come up with a strategem to avoid those vet visits.
Yep. She's hiding in the laundry. Presumably, she'll figure out that she has to have her white tummy up, so that she's more camouflaged. Of course, We have Maddie around to find her.
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