Last night, we made a kitty sandwich in bed. Juliet purred and purred; she loves snuggling up to two people at once. She's been eating well, too. Of course, she fell out of bed at 5:30 this morning (terrible thud, waking me up immediately). And she and I had several visits to the bathroom in the middle of the night before that.
However, Dr. Randy's magic brew has had the desired temporary effect. Yesterday, I commented that he had already worked a lot of magic on the kitty, and he said that she, herself, is a magical cat.
Her eye looked much better this morning, and despite greasings, is failing again, though in a new, perhaps more disgusting way.
All good things, even beloved kitties, must come to an end. We have an appointment tomorrow, and we're starting to think that will be the time. Do not hold me to it, though; I've been wrong on this count before.
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