and i've given him free enough reign to find a hiding spot in the living room under the easy chair (if you can call it that - it's an upholstered chair). he seems happy there. he's used the litter box for 1 and 2 and then 2ed in the living room. we'll let that go for now. i am now a mommy. my job is to watch over the frail and clean up vomit and poop. i've never been happier to have tasks set before me.
henry is a pale shadow of himself. he was purring last night and was somewhat responsive to doc. he isn't at all responsive to me. but i'm the cop. i'm the one who makes him stay on the couch. he is weak but still asserting his kitty rights. he ran off while i was feeding him. trailing drops of food. i caught up with him and finished the feeding on the balcony, where he had run to.
and i think that run took it out of him. now he's resting. i hope he doesn't throw up the food. he will feel so much better if he keeps it down. cross your fingers.