Eleanor nosed him gently, "Dude, howya doing?"
Looking at me, "whoah."
Last night, he spent hours trying to get us to give him food. Very frustrated at our human density. "Get up. Get me food. What is so hard about that? You do it all the time!" None of us slept much. Got into a bad state of mind. But today went very well, and all's well.
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I'll say it again, I love Moby! And Eleanor is so good to him!
Rou,
Moby is entirely lovable. A steadfast friend for many years. He's not so sure about Eleanor, but then, it takes him time to love. Once given, he is entirely loyal. We figure by Halloween, they will be true friends.
Our cat is requiring quarterly cortisone injections to treat his asthma. He just got his latest injection last week; he's quite good about the shot, though not so good with the travel to get there.
Glad it turned out to be less invasive (and hopefully less pricey) than you feared. I do like that picture of them together.
Moby: ask for a little electric toothbrush for Christmas?
We seem to collecting stories of late, of how our pets organise us so well - at all times of the day and night.
Phil,
Too bad you can't just do it at home.
Joan,
Less cost, yes. Still a lot, but health care always is.
RR,
We do brush his teeth. I can't see him tolerating a whirring thing in his mouth, although the image is amusing.
Tom,
They set our hours.
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