How did people do this back before there was canned stuff?

Soup and stews were the stuff of left overs. I still never roast a chicken to make soup. I make soup if we have roast chicken left over.

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Yay for liquid, Sean! Also? Get a jar of strained lamb baby food. Put half a teaspoon on a saucer and put it out for him, talk to him and pet him if he'll let you while he eats it, and then *leave him alone* for a while. In a few hours, another half-teaspoon on the saucer where he can see it, but don't put it down for him. Give him the liquid first, and then put the saucer down, and pet him while he eats it.

Maybe he'll connect the yum and the lovin's with the liquid and not be such a crankypants about it, nor hold it against you.

Matilda is da cutest! I love the one of her and Mama snoozing. Babytoes are yummy-looking, and the siblings picture is so cute. Photogenic peoples, small, medium, and larg-ish!

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Oh, good, Sean! I'm so glad! Make them show you how to give it to the cat, but basically, you point it to the side, and shoot REALLY quickly. They're forced to swallow.

Be glad you don't have to shoot it in both ears. That was always fun with Bastet! And poor thing was constantly getting ear infections.

Soup and stews were the stuff of left overs. I still never roast a chicken to make soup. I make soup if we have roast chicken left over.

That's true. And normally, it's how I do it too. But, then again, I normally feed the roast chicken to guests. I can't eat a whole one by myself (though I sure did try last night! It was SO yummy!). Guess I need a family.

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Sean, another possibility would be if the vet boards animals for a reasonable fee, perhaps you could leave the cat with them for a couple days while they medicate him and you get a chance to not be stressed about it. Or maybe they can recommend a groomer nearby who might be able to assist with the pilling, as they should be next best thing to a vet tech for handling this.

Damn, damn, damn. I really do wish I lived nearby.

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Oh Sean, I'm so glad that they're giving you liquid. I think you'll find that it's so much easier.

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{{{Sean}}} I'm sorry about all the stress you have had in your life recently.

We're back from apartment hunting. The first place we looked at was the right price in a good neighborhood but kind of icky inside. The second place was a house for rent, which was way out of our price range, very pretty, but unfortunately not as accessible as I would need it to be. My new favorite term for disability is "leg issues" because that is what the agent said when he was on the phone trying to get someone in his office to look up more places for us. I could tell he couldn't figure out what to say with me standing there. First floor apartments are difficult, but he is hoping he will have more the show us by next week.

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Leg issues! Bwah! I find that euphemism especially amusing for some reason.

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Leg issues? Oh, my goodness. People! It's called accessibility. It's not that difficult!

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People get so self-conscious around any kind of disability. I wonder if the fact that my grandfather was quadriplegic makes me less prone to stress about them. I mean, I've found that my loved ones with disabilities generally just want to be treated like everyone else and don't want people to go to an extreme of overcompensating or pretending it doesn't exist.

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He's a sort of nervous, forgetful kind of guy, so he may not have been able to think of the proper word on the spot. It was cute, and I wasn't offended.

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