Rhea is really taking to this small tree by the stairwell.
Harrison continues to pull through his illness. He didn’t seem to have any congestion, although sometimes he does make a bit of noise breathing. But this might be normal with his squashed face. Gus used to snore as he got older. I refrained from a pill this evening and I will see if congestion returns.
He’s still a bony fellow.
He’s more active, which means he is less like someone about to die in the next few minutes than he was Saturday. He totters about some, but has moments when he sits or crouches down and sleeps from exhaustion. He’s really hard to wake then, if you touch him he’s startled, and jerks up.
It’s like watching an elderly cat’s life running backwards – he’s speeding up and opening out instead of thinning out, slowing down and closing in on themselves.
He’s eating more wet food than Julie and Gus did added together right now, and expensive stuff too. But as he’s improved he’s reacting more to things around besides food. He climbed onto my lap twice and sat for a spell.
When he went walking outside his room today he was joined by Davout, who also trailed him from a distance. No issues there.
He’s hard to get a good face shot in that room, away from the lights.