Smoke piddled blood tonight.

We've got him in the spare bathroom for now with water and a litterbox. Ash has been sitting outside the door.

God, I don't know how we're going to manage the vet bill.

I have Smoke curled up on my left, Sneakers behind me on the back of the couch, and Dart at my feet. Life is good.

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Dart hates everyone. Smoke is confused. Ash is glad to be home.

Dart seems to have sustained a bite to his leg, likely the result of a fight. (I suspect Willow.) He's got antibiotics and ointments, plus he'll be in the E-collar for a while so that he doesn't groom off the scab.

Smoke's been a little sulky or mopey or something lately, but right now he's trotting around the house like he normally does. I checked for skin tenting, and he doesn't seem to be dehydrated, so ... maybe he's just been in a mood. It's been windy today, which I suppose could explain it, plus we're supposed to get storms later this week ( Read more... )

This morning I caught Smoke piddling in our bathroom sink.

I suppose when you're talking about litterbox substitutes, he could've chosen something less appropriate.

Smoke just had to hop in and share the spotlight with mini-Jack.

( At least Smoke didn't try to eat mini-Jack )

Hey, alryssa? You know that mini-Zinda I promised I'd start knitting today? Well, I cast it on as I was re-watching the season finale of Burn Notice, and had only minimal cat interference. Then I set it aside to put away the cats' lunch, and Smoke decided to drag it off the end table. Very unlike him; usually his knitting interference comes when I'm ( Read more... )

Dart would like it to be known that he hates the world and everything in it, especially us.

But everyone's healthy.

Ah, winter sleeping. For a while, I had Willow on my pillow, Sneakers at my feet, and Smoke curled up against my tummy. Ash spent most of the night in the futon chair, it seems, probably mostly because there's a huge heavy flannel blanket there he can snuggle into ( Read more... )