Little Timmy is hanging on, eating well, pooping a lot and in all the wrong places, being stinky . . . and being more fun every day. We knew to start with that this was going to be an uphill fight, that he might never get over his inability to control himself. But he's learning about the potty box now, and he's only had five days of taking the antibiotics. He's quiet, doesn't complain about being messed with, and several of the other cats are teaching him how to play.
If you didn't see the first blog about Tiny Tim, he's a tailless cat that came up at my guitar shop . . . and he was a mess. He's got birth defects, a bad back leg, and he is tiny, just over 3 lbs. And he's not a kitten. The vet said he was at least 6 months old, probably older. The vet was hopeful about being able to control his problems with BMs, and that's going to take some patience with him. I'm amazed that he survived outside, and he wasn't doing well when I found him. He's a project for sure, but I've got other salvaged cats around here. And despite it all, he's adorable.
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