That sick kitty is back, and although he's looking rough, he pounced on his medicated food this morning and afterwards filled up on biscuits.
He is eating out of the bowl I hold for him but as soon as I raise a hand to pet him, he's off. He is making it clear that I may NOT take touch him because he knows I want to take him to the vet.
The thing we all desire is control, and letting go isn't easy (esp for me!) but as making a grab for him will chase him away for another week, and that means no meds, I have to abide by the sick kitty's rules. Mind you, I plan to be cunning and patient. Maybe he'll learn to trust me more and then I can take him in. In the meantime, meds in his food is all he'll accept.
On the home front I am getting a lot of pleasure from watching Target pick a new best napping spot. His constant favourites are my desk, my lap, and my pillow but he's now trying out the place in front of the TV and the corner of the coffee table where I keep the books I'm reading downstairs.
It means he's always in view (sometimes watching TV is like having Mystery Science Theater 3000 in our home) and underhand (I read 3 or 4 books at a time so he gets squizzles whenever I change over to another title) which is something that appeals to Target.
Guido is also developing some interesting new habits. He will tell you about that himself on Wednesday.
See you during the week!