Damien hides under the bead, after 100somethings of fluids and his antibiotics. He looks better, and is putting up a fight, which means he feels better.
Now if only he’d eat and drink more, he could start recovering. He may actually be OK.
Cowboy is miffed, since we had to kick him out of the master bedroom. Try explaining that sharing space with me in the c-room is only temporary. He still wants to sleep with us.
(and yes, I’m using Gir from Invader Zim as my icon when talking about pets…)