Little Archie is out of his cast and back to being all naughty and cute.
Big sister Val sits in her tunnel just wishing he’d grow up and stop being so immature.
He’s just a little bag of bones with a lot of fluffy hair. I took an antihistamine before I went to visit but my eyes were still a mess that night. They’d both been washed with special purple shampoo for white cats the previous day so they were looking gorgeous.
Lizzies little kitten has been unwell while I was away. He had torn ligaments in his knee which required him wearing a cast for a week. He didn’t like it and stopped eating and started losing weight and the vet thought he might have had a virus that wasn’t showing up in blood tests and in general he just caused a whole lot of worry and upset for Lizzie. She was leaving him at the vets during the day while she was at work so they could basically force feed him and keep an eye on him.
He seems to have really picked up since Wednesday though. He had the cast taken off and the knee seems ok and he’s been eating well so maybe he just wasn’t happy about the cast weighing him down.
Look at the poor little bubba, he’s so sweet even with that huge leg.
My daughter has bought herself a rag doll cat and she is called Valley. She’s lovely and cute but I haven’t got it in me to get attached to another animal so I’m just admiring her from afar. I didn’t want her to get a cat because they’re just such a big responsibility, any animal is and they can live for a lot of years but I couldn’t really say much seeing as how I’ve never been without dogs and/or cats. She grew up with four cats and two dogs and we set a good example by being very loving and responsible pet owners so I’m sure they’ll have many happy years together.
They are definitely like rag dolls. Lizzie sends me a photo every day and yesterday I said – do you drug that cat or something! She just flops down and sleeps deep.
This is her favourite way of sleeping on the lounge.
Too cute. I hope they have a good lint brush there.