I currently have a poorly kitty cat. The little rascal has gotten himself into a fight and now has a very poorly eye.
Here he is sunbathing just a few weeks ago. Angel loves the sun and every chance he gets, he will go lay in it!
This was him last night, timid and upset. We made him a little bed on the settee and for the first time in months, he slept downstairs with the hot water bottle, rather than with me.
I know he’ll probably be fine, but you know when you just can’t help but worry? That’s how I feel. It’s not his first fight and probably won’t be his last, but that’s not the point.
He may be a silly kitty cat, but he’s my silly kitty cat.