Thursday, September 22, 2011
My little zombie
This is my dying cat - the black and white one on top, Percy. I ended up being gone most of the day. When I came home, I felt sick to my stomach as I walked up the steps. I just knew he would be gone.
I opened the door with a sense of dread and there he was on the couch, sleeping close to Lizzie. Megan was also sleeping nearby. I should go away more often.
He still won't eat. I microwaved a slice of bacon, which usually brings him running. Tonight, he wasn't interested, even when I held it right under his nose.
Should I try the kitty version of Ensure?