We've been making a bit of progress this week
on the cat front. In fact, Huckleberry has decided he wants to
play with Strider --- the whole point of a new kitten!
Unfortunately for all concerned, Strider seems to speak another
language and just ignores Huckleberry's advances.
I'm hoping that the little cat will eventually start to feel a little
bit less traumatized --- he'll sit with me and purr, but at the first
sudden noise he leaps off my lap to run and hide under the futon.
He's terrified of Lucy and, when put outside, runs in a tail down slink
for the old house to hide.
On the other hand, those high end ear meds seem to have whacked out
most of Huckleberry's ear mites. I still see a tiny bit of
scratching, so I'm going to give him the second dose Monday. I
can't believe I let him scratch his ears until they bled for over a
year, trying one after another over-the-counter meds, and never thought
to take him to a vet!