With twice daily oral antibiotics, lots of soft food, some force feeding and watering, Mambo is looking and acting like his bright-eyed old self. Albeit with an accusatory and judgmental glint in those eyes that says, "You stupid slut! I almost died!" (he did).
Now he's sitting at my shoulder, ready to accept my bribe of Greenies treats to win back his affections.
And I know he's getting better because he now hurries away when I pick up the towel I use to wrap him up for the antibiotic dosing. You can almost hear him saying, "Feets, don't fail me now." Then when I do manage to catch him, he struggles and fights instead of doing his Chicago '68 "I'm not resisting arrest," thing. Good Mambo!
Honestly, you wouldn't guess that this cat is nearly 18 years old.
1 comment:
Hey, what the hell almost happened to Mambo? To think he was around when I still lived in Manhattan. And thanks for changing the About Me picture to my favorite live action shot. Nice cropping!
Ace
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