Well, this toy looks like it needs some TLC - that would be Terrific Lightning Care.
Nom, nom, nom.
Uh, hello, Mom. No I wasn't biting his leg, I was just giving him a bath like our kitty pals do.
Nom, nom, nom.
Sheesh - can't I at least be sure his ears are clean???
Who goes there - I spy a snooter out yonder window?
It's just me, Ciara - what are YOU doing to MY toy???
You aren't going to snitch on me, are you, Mom?
Now for a little update on Miss Ciara.
I just can't "bare" to look at my leg!!!
Do they think I am a poodle?
I woke the whole house up at 3:40 this morning - I had another of those evil events. Now today I am very restless, pacing, panting, whining, AND I am STARVED. Mom talked to the nice vet assistant - she has to report any abnormal activity. It is too early for the new medicine to be doing this to me, probably just stress-related. Mom thinks I will be bumped from the study because she learned today that I am only allowed to have two seizures once I start taking the pills. The one I had on the way back from my MRI doesn't count because I hadn't had any pills yet. So I can have one more but a third will mean the end of my time in the study. We aren't too optimistic at this point that I am going to make it until June. So very soon I could be going on that phenobarbitol stuff or some other similar medication. Yuck!
BUT despite all my weird behavior today, I am more than ready to accept a treat right now, Mom.
Woos - Ciara and Lightning