This guy is all better.
Yeah, I know, doesn’t he look pathetic? He’s moved into a new mobile home. Nothing fancy, but plenty of windows and a good storm door.
For two days, he ate very little. We opened up can after can of food and he turned up his nose at it. He would only eat kitty treats. Boy, did he have us snowed. Yesterday, after turning his nose up at his food dish again, he didn’t get any treats. An hour later when we weren’t looking , he decided the food dish was ok. By the end of the day, the food dish was empty.
He is, ahem, regular again (ewww). He’s like a teenager with a hollow leg. Coming up and kneading his paws on you at 3:30 am, wanting his breakfast. Yes, all is normal again. . .