It's been a hectic week.  We took Squirt to the vet and we thought they would want to keep her.  She hadn't eaten in a couple of days.  At the vet's she weighed in at 6 lbs.  I remember when she was a 10 pounder...that's been a while, but she's lost a lot of weight in the last couple of years.  At her age (15 years) this virus seems to have hit her the hardest.  They didn't want to keep her at the vet's.  Apparently there are some really bad feline URI's going around and it seems to be somewhat widespread.  They already had a few cats there.

Squirt's nose was running so badly she's developed a nasty sore on her nose.  The last few days we've kept her in one of the bathrooms where we could keep it steamy to help her congestion.  She's also on some nasty tuna flavored antibiotics which I can assure that she does not like. heh  Yesterday she started acknowledging us again when we entered the room.  There were a couple of days when she was just oblivious.  After a few days of force feeding her with syringes, she is now eating some chicken baby food on her own.

Today, I'm taking new kitten, George ("Typhoid George") into the vet's.  He needs his second shots and I need to ask questions.  We are still trying to keep these cats as segregated as possible.  The cats are getting very tired of being cooped up.  Both Sam and Squirt have been having some eye goopiness.  I don't know if we are wasting our energies trying to keep them separated at this point

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Typhoid George

You'd better be worth all of this.

Poo is doing better.  Her voice has not returned although Squirt's has for the most part.  George certainly hasn't lost  his voice.  *yowl, yowl yowl*  Can you hear him?

I am growing very weary of being the cat nurse.