He was hungry when he got home last night.
This morning, he joined the gang in complaining about the poor breakfast service. So slow! He ate a little bit and seemed to nibble in the morning. He was seen in all his familiar places - the love seat, the blanket-covered couch, next to me, and curled up in my arms. And he purred.
He even purred after I gave him some vile-tasting antibiotics and a liquid mineral supplement (he's anemic, severely anemic). Of course, tonight might be a different story when he sees me coming with a needless syringe of liquid.
Mostly, he's comfortable and content. That eases my heart. A lot. A really lot.
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