He's laying on the heating pad again. I had to put him there, of course- he's lost too much muscle to be able to jump. But now, instead of wheezing, he's purring. Thre's no sunlight filtering through the cat curtains and lighting his fur, but that heating pad is on, and he's occasionally rotating himself to avoid cooking and burns (I haven't had a cat yet get burned, but since his muscle layer and fat layer are faded and gone respectively, I'd be a wee worried about the poor dear).
Spider is attacking a twist tie on the floor next to me. He's sat up to watch her. Movement is catching his eye again. Tom is on the heating pad to my right, on a pillow on the floor next to me. If I lean closer, he's snoring.
I think Colin will indeed pull through. He had one bout of epistaxis early this morning, but on the whole he's breathing better and doesn't feel so damn frail. I didn't take him in for subcutaneous fluids today. That's how much I think he's improving. He finishes up the Clovamax tomorrow (it was for one week, and is antifungal as well as antibiotic). The doc said we could call and ask for another week, but given how much he hates that pill, I think I'll call and ask for another week of a liquid instead. This is the only pill he's actually tried tricking us into thinking he swallowed it when he spits it up. Odd how he can keep down the pepcid and the B12, and the metacam, and still manage to cough up the clovamax.
Tom continues to have issues with Dog. It will be a while. Tom is now learning Dog's routine. Don't stand between Dog and her goal, and Dog won't even acknowledge Tom. Tom and Colin were both upstairs, sleeping in the hall, when we got up this morning. Unfortunately, first thing Dog does is head down the hall, down the stairs, and through the house to the back door. Tom proceeded her along this path, turning every 2 feet to hiss at Dog, and Dog just blithely ignored her. "This is where I go every day, Cat. Get used to it." I had to pick up Tom and put him off the path to get it to stop. So far, it's only hisses. But it's only been what, 2 weeks? That's not long. I'm delighted Tom is going upstairs regularly.