About a year ago, I blogged about our lost cat, Charlie. The title was, “Where’s Charlie?” Charlie returned to us after two-and-a-half months via the Williamson County Animal Shelter. When they got him he was covered with fleas and was also anemic. After two weeks there, he was up to almost six pounds, half of what he normally weighed.
Today, I’m glad to say that Charlie has recovered from his adventure. His weight is back up, the fur on his throat has grown back, and he no longer has a vacant look in his eyes. Recovery was slow. He spent a lot of time sleeping under the dining room table or in someone’s lap.
Now he can hold his own when Oliver wants to wrestle. Sometimes Charlie even initiates the matches. He and Barbara don’t seem as close as they once were, but having added Oliver to our family while he was gone changed the dynamics for everyone. Now one cat has to wait for a turn on a lap.
Life is good.