And things are just not looking up
Giving Buddy pills is a lot like what I imagine performing an exorcism on a cat would be like, minus the whole thing with the crosses and the holy water. The chanting is still there, but I guess mine is more of a pleading. I'm wearing some of my mom's Victoria's Secret Pink clothes (and man, it feels weird wearing clothes that are not your own) because my clothes got splattered with Buddy's blood. His mouth looks better, but he stopped eating again and he's spent the last hour crying to be let out of the bathroom where I put his food, and I feel like shit. There are probably people who think I'm a selfish monster for not just putting him to sleep, but as long as I feel like he has fight left in him, I don't want to give up on him. Maybe this is his way of telling me he's given up the fight. I just don't know.
My awesome roommate left me some Thai vegetable soup in the fridge and my sister's friend wants to take pictures of my apartment because he has a thing for old houses, so I'll probably hang out there for a bit today. I bought some plastic sheeting to finish up winterizing the apartment and am thinking about doing it when Jessica's not there to surprise her.
Edit: So I just found a giant chunk of tapeworm in some cat throw up. I'm thinking this is probably part of the problem? Buddy's mouth was acting up, anyway, but I think this might explain a lot.
My awesome roommate left me some Thai vegetable soup in the fridge and my sister's friend wants to take pictures of my apartment because he has a thing for old houses, so I'll probably hang out there for a bit today. I bought some plastic sheeting to finish up winterizing the apartment and am thinking about doing it when Jessica's not there to surprise her.
Edit: So I just found a giant chunk of tapeworm in some cat throw up. I'm thinking this is probably part of the problem? Buddy's mouth was acting up, anyway, but I think this might explain a lot.