He is so thin now that I started crying when I was petting him this morning. He was on the rug in the bathroom – he’s lucky I didn’t step on him – and staggered to his feet for a good scritch about the hindquarters, purring softly. Then I poured him some water in his favourite glass and he drank about two ounces. Then I caught him as he fell off the bathroom counter. He just leaned, and kept on going, and I gently set him on the floor.
Poor Jeff, none of this is easy. The cats are quite subdued as well.
I had a very relaxed and low key weekend, and I am very happy about that. I got some baking done, took some biscotti to church, actually, and I also saw Frost/Nixon, which I must wholeheartedly recommend.
