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Mar. 12th, 2026 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dani_meowsI am so freaking tired.
I don't remember what I last updated about the cats.
Jasper Bean the old boy, is refusing to eat much of anything despite appetite stimulants. He will always eat his baby food but I have so many different cans and varieties of food that I shift in between in the hopes that today it'll please him. His next checkup is in April and hopefully his kidney disease hasn't progressed but I suspect with the worsening of his appetite that we'll find out he's in stage 2. But I will keep him alive as long as possible.
He's come so far from the stray we rescued four years ago who bit me so savagely and often at random with no warning from his body language. We have worked with him and his moods and he has come to trust us that he only gives us gentle affectionate nibbles. For the past two years it's been daily cuddles and he takes his aggression out on paper bags. Which he tears into like a goat. It's hilarious.
Mushi Boo is doing better. He finished his meds yesterday and we'll have him retested soon to make sure his liver function has bounced back to where it was in December.
I'm drinking a matcha boba and trying to have a good day. Trying to remember what else I wanted to babble about.
But my head hurts and I'm cranky.
I don't remember what I last updated about the cats.
Jasper Bean the old boy, is refusing to eat much of anything despite appetite stimulants. He will always eat his baby food but I have so many different cans and varieties of food that I shift in between in the hopes that today it'll please him. His next checkup is in April and hopefully his kidney disease hasn't progressed but I suspect with the worsening of his appetite that we'll find out he's in stage 2. But I will keep him alive as long as possible.
He's come so far from the stray we rescued four years ago who bit me so savagely and often at random with no warning from his body language. We have worked with him and his moods and he has come to trust us that he only gives us gentle affectionate nibbles. For the past two years it's been daily cuddles and he takes his aggression out on paper bags. Which he tears into like a goat. It's hilarious.
Mushi Boo is doing better. He finished his meds yesterday and we'll have him retested soon to make sure his liver function has bounced back to where it was in December.
I'm drinking a matcha boba and trying to have a good day. Trying to remember what else I wanted to babble about.
But my head hurts and I'm cranky.
