Laura (tavella) wrote,

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furry demons

Well, Leonard solved my dilemma; the wound healed over nicely and then blew up overnight into a abscess of the instantly recognizable type. He has been dutifully hauled off to the vet, poked, and plied with pink stickysweet antibiotics, and now is eating tuna happily in the kitchen. No outdoors for him until it's healed.

Which you could either read as a verdict that I should return to my hypochondriac ways, or a victory for the side of 'you'll know it if he gets sick.'
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