Well, the Christmas tree is actually still standing, believe it or not. Contrary to popular beliefs and opinions, Ralphie did NOT climb up the tree. I figured it would be the first thing he did. Instead, he hid underneath it, yanking off every ornament within reach. He only broke one though, and that's because we whacked it and it rolled into the coffee table.
He continues to thrive whereas Tuffy continues to hide from Simba. From what I've read, cats changed at the age of 3, which is when Simba decided he hated Tuffy. I need to take time to reintroduce them, but time is a precious commodity of which I have little.
No more pooping problems for little Ralph, although I do continue to give him pumpkin in his food several times a week. I really don't want to pay for another 2 days of hospital time, PLUS surgery. It's just about as much to pay for a cat as it is for a human! Where is Obama Care for our animals, huh?????
Anyway, Rolla continues to have scabs all over her body, but she seems to be improving. They look like the same scabs Ralphie had when we first came home. I wonder if she's allergic to him. The Vet (yes, ANOTHER vet visit!) gave her an antibiotic and a Prednisone shot, which cleared it up the first time, but I won't take her back for another shot. Having 2 cats that both took Prednisone and consequently died from kidney failure makes me a bit paranoid. Corn oil and Vitamin C in her food is what she's getting at the moment. Will keep you informed.
Meanwhile, Ralphie is a total maniac. I need to get Brien to take a video of him when he's racing around the house like Dale Ernhardt Jr. Without the car!
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