I am typing distractedly - bad way to butcher the word, but it's accurate. I have to make certain Cleo doesn't sneak into the dining area to have some kibble with the girls. It would be disastrous and it would undo all the good the special diet has done for her over the last...what?...nearly two weeks. She is to eat as much of the special canned food as she can in a day - at least a whole can.
To date she has yet to accomplish this. About the most she's been able to get down in one day is a little over two thirds of one can. Although, over the last two days it seems as though the amount has lessened, remarkably her condition seems improved; her energy is better and she is hopping up on laps again, where before she would simply sit at your feet and beg. She is even doing the 'penguin' again, which, if you knew her, you would understand is a remarkable thing. She still sleeps a lot of the day away (even for a cat, she is down a lot more than we are used to), preferring to be under blankets and lap quilts. Happily, she doesn't covet the heat vents in the floor of the living room or Bud's room as much as she had been. All in all, I think these are good signs, but we still have a distance to go before she is completely well.
Flop and Hobbes have been pretty understanding of the situation, but you know they are a little cranky over her special treatment and food allowance lately. They eye her little can with greed and are always at the ready should the bag of Cleo's prescribed kibble come to their level. Only recently has Clee even bothered to eat that dry food...preferring instead to try and sneak off and grab a bite when the girls' plate is left where she can get at it and have some crunch time.
This is why I am typing this with one eye on the monitor and the other fixed on her location. F&H have just finished snacking and I figure it won't be long 'til you-know-who makes her way to the kitchen for a water fake-out, and then tries to sneak over to the plate. Cheeky lil monkey!
I am going to head down to the lower level and sew a bit before getting Brian up to work early this afternoon. Karl may have something going on with friends, too, but I need him to get the skinny from his pal so I can plan the rest of the day.
I keep watching the sky, and have seen snow falling, then not falling, then falling again...much like yesterday. So in the back of my mind I am thinking about peanut butter cookies warm from the oven. Mmmmm.....we'll see. Aside from that, Karl has requested fried chicken again for dinner. Found an excellent recipe in the USA Cookbook by Sheila Lukins, but when I made it Monday evening I didn't use enough chicken apparently, and both boys wanted more. So tonight I have plenty of bird thawed! (Originally, Karl wanted something Italian and he wanted chicken, so we settled on Chicken Parmigiana, but he has changed his mind since, so here we are.) Oh, now I am craving coleslaw, too. Watch out Col. Sanders!
Enjoy your meals, whatever they may be, and check your fridges for leftovers - sometimes you can escape cooking, and only have to deal with the dishwashing. :^)
Ciao for now!
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