Kitty is still alive but now unable to walk, use the litter box without help, or manipulate his position very well. He often looks like me in an undergrad lecture, nodding off to sleep with his head on his chest only to jerk awake realizing that he can't sleep and hold his head up at the same time. The prednisone is at least increasing his appetite, although he's just skin and bones. Poor thing's owners can't get home soon enough - they'll need to put him down soon and I just can't bring myself to do it without them seeing him. Friday seems like such a long time away.
Monday, October 04, 2010