It’s so great to have him home. To celebrate, I gave him a can of tuna without the cone on. Plus I had to blow out the two litter boxes entirely (as in scrub them down and restock) because the hospital said I need to check on his urine output to make sure he’s going. They said he still made a slightly strained face when peeing. Aggie looks rather silly too as he got shaved on three legs, part of his tail and around his junk. I’m figuring the latter was to get the catheter in there. Male cats aren’t obsessed with their endowment like humans, horses and whales.
The hospital also said he was such a great patient so I’m proud of his social skills. He would talk to anyone passing by, demanding to be petted.
The next two days will be a little precarious. The cone stays on. I gotta’ check his bathroom output. Isis has to get used to the new food that Aggie will require for the rest of his life. Then comes the joys of getting a cat to take medicine. The one thing I don’t have to worry about is his affection and core behavior. He was purring immediately when I picked him up to hug the stuffings out of him. How I missed him.