Moving from apartment after apartment after apartment, then finally into a house, did not bode well with Tommy Gargoyle. The square footage was just too much. He was a whiny, unassured kitty. Upstairs. Downstairs. On the bed. Under the bed. On the counter. Eating grass outside.
Tommy was nutty little fruitbat and he even hurt his butt. Tom let his leavings build up on his hind end until I cleaned him up and he was raw. I had to gently wash him once a day for the first three days and apply petroleum jelly for up to three times a day whether he was actually clean or not on his own.
He’s better now… With everything.
It’s been three weeks.
I’m glad he’s better because now he needs a bath.