Trixie in Transit

Hell YES!

This poor.little.kitty is just killing me.  I can’t stand how thin and weak he is nor can I deal with his sneezing and lack of appetite.  I just want my robust, big cat back – the one that was attitude and spunk!  Last night I found him hiding in the nursery closet, huddled tightly and looking so sad.   I ended up carrying him to bed, petting him for hours and curling up next to him to sleep.  I hand fed him too. 

Today he ate on his own (although I had to help him reach his food), went potty, and is now napping.  But he isn’t taking his meds and he is sneezing.  I am racing to the airport for a last minute business obligation and WaWa is working.  I hope that WaWa has better success than I have thus far. 

Oh and let’s hope WaWa has time to install the baby gate before he picks up the new dog on Saturday.