Gave Tucker Cat his medicine tonight. We know he’s not feeling well because he didn’t fight us much at all. Just sat there and let me pry open his mouth so Sally could shove a couple of pills down his throat. He’s moving pretty slowly and gingerly, from the blanket to the litter box and back again.
It’s so weird to see Tucker Cat like this because he’s still his alert self. I just know that if he could, he’d be chasing shadows and playing with his toy mouse, but he’s like Tom Hanks in The Green Mile. He gets the EXACT same expression on his face sitting in his litter box as Tom did when he tried to relieve himself.
Of course, this affliction of Tucker’s is really messing with the balance of energy in the house. We’re keeping him away from the other two animals. As a result, Daphne is staying close to mom and wagging her tail like crazy and Riley, well, he’s wondering where his wrestling buddy went. He gets as close to Tucker as he dares and cranes his neck to sniff him. He’s cautious because before the pain meds kicked in, this behavior was making Tucker angry and he would snap at Riley.
Poor guy.
This makes me so sad to read. Get well, Tucker! Much love from Mark in Boston and from his feline companion Inana, too. XOXO
Thanks, Mark.
Tucker was looking better this morning. Sally let him out of her office where he’s been sleeping. He’s been wandering around the downstairs with a black shadow hard on his heels.