As promised, here are pictures of Davout in his bandanna on the way home from the vet’s the other day. It is not easy to see in this view.
This one is a little clearer. It is very smart, and he didn’t seem to mind it.
Davout seems more like himself today, sitting in more normal places, although he is more in loaf mode than sprawled out. It has been cool these last two days, though, so that might explain some of it. I do check and he seems alert enough and not ill.
I went in to see Anna after her dinner break and she was sitting on the couch. This is nice, and she gave me a yawn of greeting. She has her people issues, but I can see her trying to show her appreciation in little ways. She will knead paws, flop down looking away from you.
I think some of her eating is more a show than actual hunger. At times she will just jump down from her spots, eat a bite or drink some water in front of me with her back to me, then jump back up.
When I came in for the ‘dinner and medicine visit’ she was resting under the shelves you see reflected behind her, in a nook by the base of the lamp you also see in the window. I call that my “Sargon Lamp” after a Star Trek episode where the crew meets advanced aliens who stored themselves in balls like that when the crew visited. They would swap minds with Kirk and then the ball would be real dim.
Anyhow, she stayed in there and did not come out to eat. After a bit of a wait I just fetched her out with only a minor tussle and gave her the dosage, after which she ate a bit. I probably shouldn’t be so hesitant to ‘invade her space’ a little bit, since it doesn’t seem to bother her when I do. Sometimes it seems to even make her act better.