Fleur continues to do well – she still sounds a little raspy, but I would say that the medication (antiobiotics and a steroid) are helping. I’ll be glad when she can take that cone off, not only because she’ll be more comfortable but because she tends to drag it through the canned food when she eats, and it’s kinda stinky. (Note to self: get a second cone so you can wash one, maybe? Duh.)
Frankie looks comfy. (That cat bed came from CatLadyBox. The outer part, anyway – the white fleece bed inside is one I put in there because I thought the cats might find it more comfy. And I was right!)
2018: Good lord, look at those TOES.
2017: Another dishtowel learns its lesson, courtesy of Archie.
2016: Then once he realized there was nothing to fear, he’d casually come out and claim that he wasn’t skeered.
2015: No entry.
2014: Okay, okay. Apparently Jethro Tull is not a one-hit wonder and Molly Hatchet may or may not be.
2013: “I don’t get it.”
2012: “No, we’re going to sit here and look innocent.”
2011: Chuckles loves him some Tommy.
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Pet store kitties.
2007: “What IS it?!”
2006: Ten is TOO MANY.
2005: “Why, yes, we are. We ARE bad.”