We picked up Patches Monday afternoon.  As to be expected he’s currently residing under the bed, but if you swam around in New Orleans for three weeks after Katrina then spent a 3 ½ day trip cross country with eight other cats and dogs; you probably wouldn’t be apt to trust anyone either.

*sigh* A stupid wedge pillow fell on him last night when I was outta the room.  I went looking under the bed for him, turned my head and found him in the sink.  Poor lil guy.  I talked to him and pet him then showed him I was throwing the very evil pillow in the closet.

Our vet in Topeka once told me that cats can go weeks with no food as long as they take in a lil liquid every couple days.  But there’s been evidence he comes out while I’m gone or asleep.  He’s already used the box so that’s a good sign.

Since I don’t wanna add any extra stress or unnecessary noise I’ve refrained from turning my air cleaner on; which unfortunately makes me sicker than a dog, but hurray for Dayquil and Flonase.

I’m still waiting to do the Upper GI.  I think the form just got lost in the chaos around here.  I had another infection set in, same symptoms so the office just called in another anti-biotic.  My temperature had just begun to normalize but now it’s spiking back up to 100 again.

We met with out third electrician yesterday.  He was able to restore most of the power, but it can and will be precarious as we are in need of a new box.

We are ignoring the hell outta Thanksgiving this year; just too much.