The deed is done.
This weekend’s get-away is cancelled. George sees a real vet in about two and a half hours. He was just sick again, and had some more *nasty* diarrhea. The Prof even smelled it from the other end of the apartment. Bathroom door is shut, and the exhaust fan is going at the moment. Thank heaven he didn’t use the box in the spare bedroom.
I had a very nasty thought – the last time I smelled dumps this bad was in the Salmonella Isolation Ward. I really hope he doesn’t have salmonella. I got a sample of the nasty stuff to take to the vet, just in case. Nearly lost my own breakfast doing it though, and I’m used to this sort of thing.
Squirrel just paid a repeat visit to the balcony. ACfH was estatic, Clueless watched but didn’t really get into it. I took over twenty pictures. I’ll post the best later, when I get the chance.
CW looks pathetic. He’s just sprawled out in front of the screen at the balcony. I think he likes the cooler air.