He (and Dorene and Harlow) drove me NUTS quite early this morning for their breakfast. Got up and did the needful and doled out the foods. Lars got his requisite dab of grain free chicken gushy fud followed by his small Science Diet sized scoop (about 1/4 cup-ish, if I'm recalling correctly) of his usual grain free chicken flavoured kibble.

He ate the gushy fud with gusto and started in on the kibbles with pretty good enthusiasm, but...yeah. Checked on him about ten minutes later (he's a slow eater, but that's still a long time for him) and he wasn't by his bowl and there was a hair shy of a quarter of his food left in the bowl. Meanwhile, he's sunning himself on the chair by the kitchen window! :/

Coaxed him back to his bowl by gently shaking contents of same. He ate a few more pieces a bit half-heartedly before walking away back to his perch on the chair by the window.


About 45 minutes later he was standing by the laundry room door (which is where we keep their food stash) and he started meowing at me, so I brought the food bowl back out. He, again, went after its contents half-heartedly, but at least this time he finished what was left.

My gut instincts tell me he might be blocked up poo-wise from the Metronidazole we gave him. The last download we know *for sure* was his was on Wednesday before we took him into the vet. I thought there might have been one in the box from him last night, but it was not distinctly "his" so I can't be sure. There was also another download in one of the boxes this AM, but it was so covered in litter (Lars doesn't cover his, and sometimes the other kids cover it for him) that I, again, couldn't tell whether it was actually his or not. If we don't receive "the gift that keeps on giving" from our sweet, fluffy boy by the end of the day, we just might have to hit him up with a dose of Lactulose to jump-start the works. :/

Poor, sweet fella. :/
On top of the lackluster eating this AM, Lars was a bit lethargic throughout the part of the day that we were home--we had shelter duty in the afternoon, so we don't know how he was between like 1430 and 1845...which left me more than a bit concerned as we left to go tend to shelter kitties.

Get home and discover a fairly old and crusty download half in/half out of a plastic shopping bag with HEET bottles in it by the door. How we missed that one, I'll never know, but...yeah...Thanks, Lars. :/ Still no fresh downloads, in the boxes or elsewhere I've yet to discover, so there that to concern myself with still.

He was there to greet us at the door when we got home, so that was A Good Thing. Chilled out on the bed with us after our post-shelter showers for awhile, which is normal for him. Begged for his dinner at the usual appointed time, and then gobbled his dinner with gusto! Yay! That's A Really Good Sign, right? Who knows with this one--he's been so inconsistent lately! :/

Always, it seems, with some health concern of some sort with our cats...
My Dad was a HUGE country/western fan, so I grew up largely listening to what he listened to on the radio until I discovered the world of rock 'n roll when I went into grade school and asked for my own radio so I could listen to "my" music. I professed to hate country music, especially the twangy stuff that was so popular in the '70s and early '80s when I was growing up, but I did love some of it. One of the soft spots I always had was for dad's cowboy music collection and for Glen Campbell for some odd reason.

Found out a few years ago that Mr. Campbell had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and that made me terribly sad. He had it in him to release a swansong of sorts last year, which I've posted below. It brings a tear to my eye every time I hear it. Poor fella. He was a pompous ass and quite the cad back in the day, but no one deserves the fate that befell him.

I hear there's a documentary about Glen's life coming out. Just might have to catch it. Sorry I missed Tim McGraw's version of this song on the Oscars tonight...



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