Not Ready For His Close-Up Yet, But...

Young Clyde has made great progress in the 48 hours since his harrowing late-night visit to Emergency Veterinary Care of Melbourne. He's not quite photogenic, yet, but he looks so much better and barely sneezed on me tonight.

The line I wish I would have thought of earlier to describe the bleeding from the eyes: Kitty stigmata.

He might be the best-natured cat we've ever met. What seems to us as cruel, to be locked away in a bathroom alone for hours on end, seems to bring him endless joy. I guess, compared to a cramped cage in a loud shelter, the bathroom seems like an apartment. When we walk in, sometimes he's in his bed. Sometimes he's on his blanket. Sometimes he's on the sink. Sometimes he's sitting in the litter.

LOUIE REMINDS US WHO'S STILL NO. 1!

Always purring. Endless purring.

We hear him occasionally playing with his new toys. The only sound he has uttered - other than the non-stop purr - was a tiny "meow" Monday night when we put him back in the cat carrier for the trip to the vet. It was quiet, gentle; almost a plea, as if to remind us, "Take me anywhere but back to that animal shelter."

He is home to stay. Meanwhile, Louie keeps vigil at the door. They have spotted each other.

On Monday or Tuesday, he should be free. Then, the real fun begins!

More later,


Mark