This time, Mom took both boys to the v-e-t for evaluation. Puffy needed surgery and the insertion of TWO drains this time ... plus a hefty dose of antibiotics and anti-inflammatory meds. Charmz got a full evaluation and rather than filing his teeth, he's gonna be put on some anti-anxiety medicine called Buspirone that will HOPEFULLY reduce the "felicidal/fratricidal" rages from him. Charmee was very good for the doctor, but he tried to rip Mom's face off when she was trying to insert him into the prisoner transport unit ... It was so bad that Mom had to put an Elizabethan collar on him so he couldn't bite her.
Puffy is resting comfortably, but the grandparents are gonna hafta deal with the doctor visits an' dosing Charmee while Mom is gone on her trip.
Think healing thoughts for Puffy, patient thoughts for our grandparents, and anti-psychotic thoughts for Charmee ... okay? Thanks!