Poor guy had a rough day.
I took him to the vet because he has another eye infection. They checked his eye for ulcers, seems clear, though it's still possible he has feline ocular herpes that acts up occasionally and causes grossness. That sucks, but isn't scary. So we medicate and be patient and see how he does.
Thank you to everyone who donated recently to help with his vet bills. I turned down a couple of things that didn't seem likely to help much, but was still able to get what needed to be done done and
catch both boys up on their Banfield plans.
I need to buy some Advantage -- there might have been flea dirt on him, which given the number of strays around my girlfriend's place isn't surprising -- but that will have to wait for next month. (Our last vet, the really good one, gave us the tip to get the stuff for big dogs, making sure it's the one same ingredient with none of the extra tick stuff, and then splitting it with a syringe for multiple cats. So that saves money and works a treat.)
Thank you. I could have done this, but it would have left me with literally nothing, and I wasn't not
going to do it, since it's been apparent that it's uncomfortable for him. I love my guy. He's frustrating and aggravating and sometimes I just wish he'd be less needy, but he's a sweet boy, and he loves me, and I want to try to be what he needs me to be.
I'm not feeling great on the cat care front, lately. I've been absent and scattered and cranky and sometimes in pain and it just . . . I haven't been giving him attention the way I should be.
I hate the way that this bullshit mental illness and the associated poverty and stress fucks up literally every part of my life. Sigh.
Y'all are lovely, though.
Patreon coming soon, I hope, but in the meantime, The Graveyard of Empires
is a good way to support us. We're at 35% and that's doing pretty good! I'd like to top 40% or even 50% by the end of this week.