On Tuesday morning at Shipshewana, I got a call from "The Big D". He was having a crisis at home. Nickey, the cat, was very sick. Darrell was afraid he was not going to make it and would be gone by the time I got home. He was wonderful in his treatment of our oldest kitty. He called the vet and ran over and got meds for him. By the time I got home, Nick was doing much better, but still not really himself. After a couple days of pure "babying", he is now back to his old self.
Here he is this morning wondering what I am doing on the floor pointing a camera at him. He is so curious. In fact, we are afraid that might have been what happened and what caused his problems. We had gotten ant traps and if Nickey did what he usually does, he checked them out. Anyway, time and the meds helped this big boy.