I appreciate my cat. God bless my small-town veterinarian!

Blue came home starving.  He demanded food, so I gave him dry cat food, but sparingly.  I had to put him in the laundry room so Gabe couldn't steal his food.  He is in every way his old self.   

Gabe knows Blue is on the other side of that door

The vet had to give him his antibiotics by injection, since he couldn't hold pills down, and it must have worked well.  Blue meowed all the way home and when he came inside, after spending a minute or two using his scratching post thoroughly, he filled his belly.  He, Gabe, and I went outside together for a few minutes.  When I was ready to bring Gabe inside, Blue accompanied us.  Now he's walking around wondering where he's been since Friday morning, checking out all his favorite spots in our home.  And he is drinking a lot of water.

He loves being at the top of the tree.  Sometimes I feed him there so Gabe can't bother him.

He wanted to see if anyone had been sleeping in his bed

He scratched and stretched and scratched again.

Of course Blue had to check in with Mama Kitty...

And God bless small-town and country veterinarians everywhere.  My cat is healed, for a paltry $120.  Notice the first charge on the bill is not actually a charge; it's a deduction.  I was paid back for the pills I couldn't use for Blue.  Cliff's  St. Louis sister used to bring their dog across the state when they were visiting relatives because he was so much cheaper than St. Louis vets. 

I am grateful to God for hearing and answering my prayers.