Poor Gretl. She had to go back to the vet today because after a little breakfast yesterday she started to refuse food (even stinky delicious warmed-up canned food). Now we are armed with drugs and some food that can be syringed into the back of her mouth. She is one pathetic little beast. We had a different vet than on Monday and today's was much better about telling us what to expect next, etc.
In happy pet news, our
furminator arrived today and we already brushed half a cat's worth of fur off of Saskia. That thing is brilliant!
In completely non-pet related news, I am going to make a 3-layer chocolate cake on Saturday. I can't wait.