Dez and Jett stopped by tonight to give their final farewells to Batty. Tomorrow morning will be difficult, but more and more I'm glad I didn't wait until next week like I was originally planning. He's cool to the the touch and his eyes look a little sunken. He seems tired.

Bill and M are coming with me to the vet.

I neglected to mention that when I was cuddling Batty this morning I noticed that he seems to have a distinct odor of urine eminating from him. It's not overbearing, but it's there. I wonder if that means his kidneys are already shutting down...

I scheduled the vet appointment for Batty on Friday at 8:30a. He's no longer eating. I tried last night to feed him by hand, like I did when he was a kitten, but he wouldn't take any food. I'm afraid if I wait another week he'll end up so thin he'll have full-on organ failure. I can't let that happen - so Friday morning it is.

My brain is getting full. I haven't had to learn in nearly 8 years, and they are just pouring product information and systems information into me. I'm doing OK, and I'm definitely ahead of the curve ( Read more... )

Those damn cats tried to hypnotize me into staying into bed longer than I should. It almost worked but then I foiled their clever plan.

Well, Batty is much too gentle to be a mouser, and Cosmo, once a great hunter of all things small enough to hunt, is now too old, senile, and arthritic. Lot of good these two old guys will do.

Unless it accidentally hops into one of their mouths, that mouse is going to get fat and happy and die of old age.