nails and tails.

Owen sleeps now after a long pat. I am continually looking at him, amazed he is still around. He eats more than ever almost two cans a day. There is no signs of inability to digest and he keeps his food down. I feel like its a miracle after all the difficulties he once had with his food. Perhaps just having the vets food, is all he really needed. For now any how. He has gotten used to our new configuration in the bedroom. Given that my bed takes up all the room anyhow, its not much of a change, but at least its different.

I got rid of all the wire hangers in the closet today. He just sat up and watched. One thing checked off the list. Making the bed I made sure to place the blankets in the order that causes him least stress. I hate the meow that accompanies the "I can't unclaw my nail, and its going to get pulled off!!!! meow." One of the worse of the repertoire. He has taken to the habit of trying to scoot out the front door and so today he not only got some time outside but was plenty frustrated, when I let him in some hours later. Yes, I did forget he was out there as a matter of fact. Oh did I get a scolding.

This is yet another attribute that i adore....he never ceases to surprise me with the sounds, the looks, the loyalty. He truly is a gift to remind me that love exists.