'Tis the season of mists and muddy paws. Kit especially is a great one for walking through the garden before coming inside and hopping up on the bed. But you can't be mad with an animal that is so laid back she lies like a dog.
Meanwhile at some point on Sunday Mishka must have found a very very old nest of eggs because by that evening he was suffering from a nasty case of the squitters. Monday I had to wash his backside seven times including in the evening in the dark with just a torch to see by. Tuesday a friend suggested I crutch him so that I didn't have such a task keeping his bushy haunches and hind legs clean. Mishka was mortified at my attempt at a Brazilian and kept rushing away and sitting down so that no one could witness his abject humiliation. The cats of course thought it was hilarious.
Today he is on a fast to try and stop the diarrhoea along with colloidal silver in his water in case he has an infection plus Merc Sol 30c twice a day for three days. If I still can't get this under control it will be a vet visit which is a scary proposition for the pair of us. So here's to prayers that Mish's star sign will soon be out of the house of poo poo.
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