It's a bright, happy morning here in Old Fart Country. Zinnia is far from her normal self but she is eating a few bites on her own and has had a few laps of water without being harassed to do so. She can get into her litter box and get out without help. Her "cover-up abilities" aren't what they should be, but we can live with that - and even that will probably improve. For the first time, she is working to groom herself. The screened porch is now her domain along with the foyer that leads from the sunroom to the porch. She seems to be enjoying the relative freedom. She's not steady when she walks and lays down to rest before moving on towards her destination. Sort story: We now believe that she will be able to enjoy a pain free relatively normal life and happy life. She's lovin' all this attention.
This afternoon our gathering will be quiet. Joe, Keith and family, and the race will be our day. Buddy and family have out of town guests so we won't see them today. I'm not cooking but there are snacks and drinks. Next Sunday should see a return to normal at the Hooper Household.
I want to thank those who have offered concern, hope, and understanding this past week. You have no idea how much it helped us. Neither Harry nor I knew how much this cat means to us. I've complained about how hot she is when she wants to sleep against me but during this
ordeal I've wished she would just be OK and insisting on sleeping against me - or curled up on my night table.
Again, thanks for "being there"