It's been a week since I sent out a plea for purrayers, healthy thoughts, and positive karma to be directed at the elder statesman of the Feline Americans, Fudge Ripple.
All of our friends in the blogosphere must have channelled efurrything right away because Fudgie is feeling so much (knock on wood) better. He's regained some of his appetite and isn't lurching around like ... well ... Lurch from the "Addam's Family."
He isn't out of the woods by a long shot because he is, afterall, seventeen and a half years old and has never been particularly athletic or energetic. But he is feeling much better.
For all of your help, I send out a big smooch to each and efurryone of you. I'm sure that Fudgie appreciates your well-wishes, too. He'd kiss you himself if he didn't have his face in a bowl of barbecued pork.