Claudia's cat Igor and my Boris look like the "before and after" of a Russian Blue weight loss program. Boris, of course, is Before.
. Boris used to look just like Igor in his trim youth, that sleek RB bone structure was obvious, but now he's just a fat gray cat.
He is posed on my work of the day, the new futon:
yes, that cover is ugly as sin, it looks like an Army barracks, hey, it was free! I'm going to cover it with colorful sheets anyway, for ease of removal and washing (because as you can see it is already a cat bed).
This thing was a nightmare to assemble - the instructions were hilarious, classic fractured English with incomprehensible and incorrect illustrations. A futon has a back and a bottom piece, they are not the same - the instructions showed two backs in their hideous line drawings that didn't look anything like the pieces on the floor in front of me. But the quality is excellent, it opens and shuts easily and the mattress is really quite comfy. I would actually recommend one of these for an everyday sofa, it's that kind of comfy, not rock hard like futons so often are, I may have to take a nap on it later to test it out.
Before the futon was done we had a detour to the vet's office - Murphy was acting really weird this morning, obviously in pain. I saw nothing wrong with him but he was hunched and walking funny, and when I let him in the yard, instead of going off in search of lizards, he tottered like a little old man to the edge of the patio, sat and looked back at me with sad eyes. We tried walking on the leash and he moved like he was in great discomfort. That was enough for me, I called his doctor and we went right over - I had no idea what was wrong but I didn't want him to get worse as the day went on and end up at the emergency vet later.
The doctor gave him a thorough physical exam and couldn't spot anything wrong with him, he didn't yelp or whimper, the only clue was when she pressed on his spine in one spot he sat and hunched over. She theorized that he has pulled a muscle or slipped a disc in his back. This is quite possible, since when he's his normal perky self and sees a squirrel while we are walking he can take off like a maniac and hit the end of the leash with a jerk - I could see how he could pull a muscle that way. We came home with pain pills and I'm just going to watch him and take him back if he's not better by Monday. I think her diagnosis was correct, though, because even after she "massaged" his back examining him he seemed to be moving more easily, and he seems quite a bit better now. I just gave him his once a day pain pill. Murphy is not what you'd call stoic - he's a drama queen who carries on like he's lame for life if a twig gets caught in his hair and scratches his little leg. I think he'll be fine, but it was a little scary to see my energetic little bossy dog tottering around like he'd aged ten years overnight, the change was dramatic.
Maybe Boris sat on him while they were wrestling. Boris is about twice Murphy's weight, that would do it.
Off to Target and Publix between rain showers, and before getting up at 3:30 a.m. catches up with me and I must collapse on the new futon and nap.
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