Day Two

Sooo....

To follow up from yesterday:

After talking to the vet, we agreed to have Frost bathed, hoping whatever smell is so dang offensive to Eli would be washed away.

Now that sounds like a good idea. But you try putting Frost in a carrier. The idiots that try to catch greased pigs at the county fair have it easier - at least they aren't threatened with bites.

Daughter put on oven mitts after we finally cornered Frost in the kitchen. He was NOT happy.

The vet thought it also might be a good idea to sedate Eli, (just a little) so that perhaps when Frost came home, smelling all great like the vet office, Eli would be so chill they could kiss and make up.

Eli is now on Prozac.

Laugh if you want. But you try shoving a pill down a 21 pound cat's throat.

Uh-huh.

Not quite as funny as you thought.

Okay, okay, it's funny. And fun. In fact, next time we need to do something like this I'll call you and you can come right over and join in the hilarity.

When Frost got home, he flew under the bed, not giving Eli a chance to attack. Eli doesn't seem inclined to do anything other than look at Frost curiously as if wondering what the heck his problem is. 

More will be revealed. Let's hope it's all good.

We got a new tire for the wheel barrow.

No worker has showed up yet to do the promised yard work.

Mimi is walking fine now.

Daughter went to the library and they are still there.

Maybe they just forgot to pay their phone bill.

Please say a little prayer that the boys will be all happy by tomorrow and there will be no more cat fights at our house.

Or I may  have to take one of Eli's Prozacs.