Butters

So, Butters had an absess on his neck. I got home on Monday and he had scratched it open and whatever was in there drained out. It wasn't as gross as it sounds, but he's my cat so he just doesn't seem gross to me. I'll even get his eye boogers out; I guess that's a mother's love. :) I gave him a bath and washed his neck with antibacterial soap and hydrogen peroxide. He doesn't even fuss when I get him wet --sometimes I do get dirty looks, but I've never gotten a scratch or a bite. Hopefully, he won't get an infection in that area.

He's been extra cuddely lately. Yesterday, and this morning he poked me in the arm with his nose and snuggled close when I lifted it for him. He's such a sweetheart. Oftentimes I think it's silly when someone makes a prayer requests for their pet -- it bothers me even more when I see food-drives for animals and not for people. But, this cat has been through soooo much with me. I thank God for his spunky little way of doing things and random attachment disorders.

He is starting to warm up to Tre. He even fell asleep in my lap (Butters, not Tre) when Tre and I were watching a movie a couple of weeks ago. This wasn't just curl up in a ball sleeping either -- it was sprawled across my lap on his back, legs extended sleeping. Not many people get to see that. Butters still chaperones Tre and I (when he can) on our walks around the neighborhood. It's rather sweet. Last summer I brought Butters to work during my lunch break and had a friend take a picture of us in the daisies (like Dinah in Alice in Wonderland). There is so much more I could say about him, but I'll stop here.