Poor old Harry.
He had his fatty lump removed this afternoon - no not his head, but the one on his chest, and now he is just standing and whining with a pitiful expression on his face.
I rang the vet on call and he advised a crushed paracetamol, but as yet he's not ready to lie down and rest.
I can't see myself having a great deal of sleep tonight, Florence Nightingale remarked-
I shall keep you all posted - hopefully another 24 hours he will be take to his bouncy self!
Look away now if you are at all squeamish.
Saturday update: Patient is much improved, has even looked for cats out of the window. Managed to force down a Cadbury's chocolate finger.
even his tail looks droopy :(
ReplyDeleteGet well soon Harry, with love from the cat lady - and her cats
Harry thanks you kindly for your best wishes.
ReplyDeleteDidn't want to mention the c-a-t word as we have to keep him quiet......
poor little baby...so glad to hear that H is on the mend...i'm sure he's getting tlc in gigantic doses! x
ReplyDeleteHe's not quite firing on all cylinders but it won't be long - however he's now on antibiotics as he has a bit of inflammation, but as he loves tablets he doesn't see this as a problem.
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