I had a bit of a sore eye Thursday night which by the next afternoon was feeling worse and worse. I thought it was possibly a scratch from contacts, but by later afternoon at work I was getting full blown photophobia in it. So by midevening I was turning off every light I could find and even street lighting coming in was painful. Soon I was turning off televisions and the LEDs on power buttons of devices hurt when they came into view. The hiding away from sunlight always makes me wonder if this is where vampire legends get some of their start. I remember in a previous house in Chicago having a case of this and being unable to go downstairs until sundown because of the windows there.
It was a lot better in the morning and I was able to get some drops from a store that helped. Poor Davout had a hard time himself. He was so diligent in policing all the cats out of Anna’s room at her dinnertime that he got shut in himself. He was in there for maybe a couple of hours. Anna wasn’t upset, but he was a little. When I carried him nearer to her he hissed at her first! I gave him his special treat when he came down to make him feel better
Grant, too, has picked up on the habit of trying to drag off this ribbon toy to his “den”.
Sherman stays close and hurls himself at it like a furry missile.
Rhea looks demure, but the fact that she snorts like a pig when she snaps and bites at toys kinda ruins the ladylike atmosphere.
Marshal D gets his turn, although he’s torn since Grant is eating at his treat.