Runs with knives!
Last night, Wendy was planning to leave Mr. Face at the hospital instead of bringing him home (she typically takes him in with her in the morning (he’s fed, watered, & cared for all day) and brings him home in the evening). But, because they were planning to do a trach feeding tube surgery on him on Friday (today), she was going to feed him and leave him there.
Work continues inside his little brain as he slowly rejoins the land of the living. This morning Drew went in to feed him his morning can of A/D (the highlight of both their days), and found Mr. Face sitting happily OUTSIDE the playpen. We wondered if somehow we had forgotten to put him back in it last night before bed, but his escape artistry was confirmed when I got up and again found him contentedly sitting outside the pen.
On Thursday, March 21, 2002, Wendy took out the wire that was holding Mr. Face’s broken lower jaw together to allow it to heal.
Mr. Face rapidly progresses. He is master of the upstairs, free from all restraints and closed doors. Blind, as always (anybody got a spare cat retina?), he knows where his food and litterbox are, where the scratching post is, and most importantly, where the bed is. He is quite the cuddlebug, and spends all night (and likely most of the day) comfortably ensconced on our bed. The mystery of the stairs continues to elude him… won’t even attempt them, and seems to wonder why we have a bottomless pit at the edge of the hallway. He must have lived in a ranch house in his former life.
Tonight Mr. Face met Donetta the animal psychic. She came to our horse barn for a demonstration and everyone thought he’d be a great candidate for a reading.
Mr. Face rapidly propels himself to the front of the pack at the Vogel household. He is neck and neck in the running for "best cat" threatened only by Ringo… but he smells better than Ringo which gives him the competetive edge.