All was quiet, so I went searching to find Tamal, quiet and Tamal usually mean trouble!Not this time though.
Since he has come home Pixie won't come near him, she must think that I have brought home an impostor, she has hidden in the wardrobe since he came through the door.
So he has to sit alone, wondering what it is he has done wrong.
Poor little him.
Such a forlorn look on his tiny face.
The good thing was he was still, the last words from the vet was, keep him still and quiet.
Yeah right, try telling a six month old kitten to stay still.
I don't think so!
After running around and playing with his toys most of the morning he did finally slow down around 4 pm, by which time he could not resist the heaviness of his eyelids drawing him into peaceful sleep.................
Poor little him.
Such a forlorn look on his tiny face.
The good thing was he was still, the last words from the vet was, keep him still and quiet.
Yeah right, try telling a six month old kitten to stay still.
I don't think so!
After running around and playing with his toys most of the morning he did finally slow down around 4 pm, by which time he could not resist the heaviness of his eyelids drawing him into peaceful sleep.................
2 comments:
the collar and the smells of the vet..and all the meds..always makes the other animals seem hesitant to go near..Poor baby..I bet those collars are soo unconfortable and hard to sleep in..He will be glad once it is all over!
Poor little Conehead! The vets always say to keep them quiet and it is always impossible. He does look like he's doing well, though.
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