Uh-oh… I think I may have a professional patient on my hands.
With two days worth of antibiotics to go before the course finishes, Leo is totally settled in to the twice-daily routine of pills and nursing.
This morning when I picked him up to sit him on my lap in the prepared clinical area (kitchen table with tray featuring cotton wool, tissues, saline solution) he purred loudly.
When I dipped the cotton wool into the warm saline solution he tilted his head back in a “minister unto me” way ready to have his face gently washed.
He was the most co-operative he’s been so far. He must be feeling a lot better. His wounds are certainly shrinking and drying up.
Afterwards, when I was clearing up, he paced about with a happy-hooky tail mewing in anticipation of his roast chicken-clad antibiotic tablet.
Can’t help feeling he’s going to be disapussapointed on Thursday when he’s discharged from hospital-standard care and life returns to normal!
Thursday update: Well, there he was sitting in the kitchen at the usual Before Breakfast Medication Time. I couldn’t just leave him, could I?
I said “Oh come on then…” and he crouched like a big furry purry pudding waiting to be picked up. So there he was on my lap again as I washed his face with a piece of damp kitchen towel for no good reason whatsoever other than his expectation and evident enjoyment.
And yes.. he had a couple of pieces of Welsh cheddar to follow. So who says we’re slaves to our cats??!! 😉