Random scribblings and thoughts about writing, publishing and the entire letters to dollars process. Includes copious notes about politics and everyday life.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
I've been worried over Zeus the cat. He's getting on there in years (16 or 17, we think) and he hasn't been eating lately. I took him over to the Hamilton Road Animal Hospital, and Dr. Carol fixed him up with an uncomfortable examination and some medicine, including an appetite stimulant. You see the results below.
You will note that Zeus prefers his water in a highball glass. Truly, I don't know why, but he goes to the glass in preference of anything else. He also dived into the new food I bought for him. I bought several brands at the store on the advice of Dr. Carol, who said that getting the little monster to eat was more a matter of trial and error than anything else.
Evidence of Eating
Zeus was so enthusiastic that he is now in violation of the Feline Order of the Day, Section 1, Number 3, part C: Muzzle, Untidy in. He refused to allow me to clean him up, so I left him to his own devices.
More as a memo to myself than anything else, here is His Majesty's preferred brand of cat food. Chow time!