No, Really. He Loves This.
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Now that our hen Harriet is feeling better, our kitty Smog has gotten sick. Before I found Smog on the side of the road, he had suffered a terrible injury where his pelvic bones were smashed and then healed all wrong. Because of the distortion of his skeleton, Smog has chronic digestive problems. And right now, he's in a bit of trouble. He's not eating, and is all backed up. We're treating him with laxatives, and trying to keep him hydrated.
Robb has the magic touch. He cradles Smog -- upside down -- in his arms, and Smog gets a crazy toothy grin on his face, and submits to his treatments. I've tried this, and all I get is an armload of cat scratches.
Smog has very different relationships with me and Robb. The morning ankle-chomping ritual, for instance. Lucky me.
Don't you just love the the detail on Smog's spiny tongue? All the better to bite you with, my dear.
Now that our hen Harriet is feeling better, our kitty Smog has gotten sick. Before I found Smog on the side of the road, he had suffered a terrible injury where his pelvic bones were smashed and then healed all wrong. Because of the distortion of his skeleton, Smog has chronic digestive problems. And right now, he's in a bit of trouble. He's not eating, and is all backed up. We're treating him with laxatives, and trying to keep him hydrated.
Robb has the magic touch. He cradles Smog -- upside down -- in his arms, and Smog gets a crazy toothy grin on his face, and submits to his treatments. I've tried this, and all I get is an armload of cat scratches.
Smog has very different relationships with me and Robb. The morning ankle-chomping ritual, for instance. Lucky me.
Don't you just love the the detail on Smog's spiny tongue? All the better to bite you with, my dear.
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Annalisa