Ginger-snap
Sep. 21st, 2003 08:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mmcnealyGinger-snap is my cat, my baby. Got home from games night late last night and his coat was covered with dust and bark bits which made me think that he was into the front flower bed again. Then he couldn't walk properly, but he wasn't crying in pain like the last time when he had kidney stones and he was able to use the little box without straining, so that's always a good sign. So I moved the litter box upstairs, shut the cat door and told him he was spending the night upstairs and inside weither he liked it or not.
Now he's camped out on the dinning room table ontop of some patterns, looking grumpy and sleepy. I tried putting one of his favorite blankets up there and moved him onto it, but he just gave me a dirty look and moved off of it onto the hard table again. OK, whatever sour puss!
Hopefully he just sprained a back paw or something. Dear God, let it not be the stones again!
Now he's camped out on the dinning room table ontop of some patterns, looking grumpy and sleepy. I tried putting one of his favorite blankets up there and moved him onto it, but he just gave me a dirty look and moved off of it onto the hard table again. OK, whatever sour puss!
Hopefully he just sprained a back paw or something. Dear God, let it not be the stones again!
