The vet assures me that a one-eyed cat can have a perfectly acceptable quality of life. We shall see.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Not dead, only sleeping
I have decided to revive this moribund blog. I'm just filling in time at the moment, waiting until it's late enough to take my unfortunate cat to the vet. He's got to have an eye removed, poor little bugger. He's sitting in his carrier next to me, resentful at missing his breakfast. I put him in his carrier because I couldn't stand his reproachful looks and cries as he looked around for some tucker. In sympathy with him I'm going without breakfast too - well, at least until he has been safely delivered to the vet clinic.