In the midst of all the turmoil of Robb's spinal fracture, our little Found Cat continues to thrive. I took him for a follow-up visit at the vet, and both the vet and the technicians were blown away by the Little Dude's improvement. We all admitted that none of us thought he would live through the first week. To see him so fluffy and spunky is a true delight.
The other day he was play-fighting with his Big Uncle Cardigan. Cardigan gently tapped him on the forehead, and then did it again. He used his paw, and ever-so-slowly touched the Little Dude. The Little Dude got a crazy kitten look on his face, and tackled Cardigan's head. Adorable.
His hind legs are getting stronger, and he's now able to jump up on the bed. He sleeps with us most nights. Linguine is consumed with jealousy and dyspepsia. If she would quit eating his laxative-filled food, she might be less grumpy.
I'm going back to work on Monday, which means that Robb is going to be stuck at home by himself. I worry that he'll be bored out of his mind.