This suggests you could buy a bottle of ABs and draw them up just as the vet does.
Thanks for asking, Sylvester da sly still has his wobbly clown shoes on, no idea what's causing it (diagnosis idiopathic) but I have just had the conversation with OH and we're biting the bullet to see a neurologist with him next weekend. Eek, no insurance but he's only three years old and has so much life in him yet.
Chubby, our FIV, is a worry as he's dropping weight fast now. He's happy enough and eating well so I don't want to tempt fate by booking him in at the vets just yet, but this may be his last summer, let it be a good one.
Three furbs are getting older and grumpier, but all their lives are full and happy. Looking after these guys makes so much sense, we don't have the energy or time for kittens and there are so many deserving older cats out there who need our sort of care.
Tufty, however is getting fitter and healthier, and sometimes more affectionate (sometimes). He's begun defending the house from other strays, so I guess he's here to stay
Tufty and Sly are ten years younger than Beau and Sam, so we have a true generation gap, with Theo and Chubby somewhere in between.
The girls Pursley and Polly get on just fine, surprisingly. Polly is quick with her claws and gives anyone bothering her a short sharp shock usually resulting in a bloody nose. For a half pint only eight weeks in to her new home, she's got them all by the short ones
Pursley is 15 and deaf as a post, her BAD side subsided with her hearing, so now she gets bullied by Beau and Sam, but she's still got Dad's pillow which means she's still winning.
With one FIV confirmed, two more ex-strays and three others over 14, I'm counting my blessings that life for the moment is sweet. My time will come, I know, and I hope to God we can cope when it does, but until then, pass the bottle 'cos all is well
Enjoy the week-end, Bungly, whatever it brings. x