George has had quite a life - he is 17 years old now - he has lived in Louisiana, Colorado, North Carolina, New York, and now California. He has three times flown on a plane - in a carrier under the seat... and if you think security is fun - try going through security with a cat -he has a set of wings from Jet Blue.
In case you wonder how that's done - security, that is - the animal has to come OUT of the carrier, and be held through the magnetic tester - not sure what they do now with the nasty naked photo machine...
He is beautiful, isn't he? His daddy was a roving salesman in the neighborhood, and his mom was - well, let's just say she liked the boy cats...her litter had two fathers - OH MY ... she was "easy"...
Well - this post has a happy ending,I think. For several months George has not been eating, and has lost lots of weight - I thought we were headed to the Rainbow Bridge... so much so that finally I stopped giving him some meds that he always takes to alleviate some nasal congestion that he suffers from... and I figured it would be a week or two before ... well, you know.
Well, about five days later, he started eating... eating without being prompted, or being fed baby food from a spoon... yesterday he jumped on my lap and stole a potato chip from the bag... and today he ate CAT FOOD - he hasn't eaten cat food in about a month! And you can tell he just feels better. He is a skinny kitty, but he's eating, and not throwing up. And gradually eating a bit more each day.
My world is so much better today - my furry baby is snuggled up on DH, with a belly full of food (actually both of them have a belly full!)
Everybody keep your fingers crossed for George to keep eating!!! That will keep me happy!
Happy quilting, everyone. To close, here's a photo of the furry one at his "fightin weight"... that looks like a good sleep, doesn't it??