I learned for Mr. Buddy

[tamaravining]

Well, today I had a half hour lesson at 2 p.m. in how to give Mr. Buddy a shot. I was so nervous, my heart was pounding and upset my stomach a little, though that could be because I didn't eat because I was too nervous. Luckily I have a good friend who should be a vet (and has about 8 cats), who came with me and then helped me give the first shot at 7:30 p.m. I did OK. I hate needles. But I'll do this every 12 hours until he doesn't need it anymore.

He seems to be changing personalities in the last couple of days. I think he knew he was in trouble, and was so good being in the cat carrier. He was a big 'fraidy cat before this, but actually came out to greet people (well, my friend), which he has never done before. Then, instead of just sitting in his chair at breakfast (see picture), he got up on the table and tried to lay down in the middle of everything. Then leaped from the kitchen table to the counter. I've never seen him do this, though maybe when I go off to work he leaps around everywhere, who knows?

And, he tried to get in the bath tub (with me in it) and ended up jumping up and curling up in the sink. He's jumping around again, something he hasn't done for a couple of years - since he broke his leg. Then, he sat in front of the fridge, and meowed, like he wanted the door open, so I did, to see what he'd do and he looked at everything, and almost climbed in. I don't know what he's trying to say, but I think he's getting over being a big 'fraidy cat.

I'm glad he's got something that is maintainable, and will be around a bit longer. Hoo.