Friday the vet gave him a clean bill of health, although still a chubby boy. He was so defeated from being stuffed in the carrier, handled, and jostled around for an hour that it took a few minutes for him to realize when he was home free.
I call these photos 'shrine of rejected offerings'. Papaya tablet, parsley, and even applesauce went ignored while he groomed himself back to life.
The next day he lay perfectly still and let me trim the scraggly edges of his mane.
Bonus: can you see his footprints on the bath mat? His front paws look like fire emojis 🔥🔥