Harrison didn’t want food this morning so I tried the suggested remedy of making a kind of soup out of his wet food. It did work and he ended up eating most of it, plus wanting regular food later on.
He isn’t very good at lapping up the soup, at least compared to what I remember of cats that used to go for people food back in the day, like Gus and Cassie. Those cats could really lap up the milk like machines. Harrison is a slower and less methodical drinker, he has to pause frequently and start again.
He has another strange habit – he seems to forget about his bowl. If I put something down he sometimes sits there until I lift it and put it down. So with the soup he would drink, then give up an lie down. But if I reached over and rattled the bowl he would jump up and go right back to eating.
There was funny incident where Harrison started running away from me in the kitchen out to the living room. Davout got up and chased him, then turned aside a few inches from his tail.
Davout was not thrilled with getting a camera in his face.
He was even less thrilled with being picked up. I did an eye check and while he still squints he hasn’t had a big teary or crusty day since the lysine treats.
Rhea had quite a few knots on her chest down to between her front legs that I had to trim out using the clippers. She wasn’t too happy but put up with it.