He's Not Going to Die

Things are looking up for Clayton. His ears have grown a cottony soft layer of fuzz and only a few scabs remain. His diarrhea was but a passing soft spot in what has become a solid groundwork of pooping. And his gas, while not completely gone, can be managed by not squeezing him too hard. All in all he is feeling much better.

Aside from that fact that he doesn't leak from sores and orifices, he lets me know that he's feeling better by making himself at home. For instance, he now feels comfortable enough to sleep on my bed. And while he was at the shelter he showed very little interest in playing, he now eagerly plays his favorite game: be a nut case for 5 minutes.

He's the first cat I've ever seen who enjoys chasing his tail. Dogs chase their tales in two dimensions. Cats can chase their tails off into the third detention which leaves all four legs free to grasp at it while somersaulting over the couch. It does, however, make for some uncomfortable landings from time to time. Especially if one doesn't understand how chasing one's tail through the air more than 2 feet in one direction brings one off the edge of the couch.

He's also recently taken notice of the interesting shapes that live inside my computer screen. He's not so interested in the cursor like Norbert was, he's most intrigued by the edge of the screen, where the pictures stop being so bright. He's just positive he can get in there. Alas, he can not.

Oh dear, now he's figured out that text can be fun to watch. He's learning to read!

I'm going to have to finish this post now before he jal;ksdjf;dlksajfksd.