Acorn

[tinhuvielartanis]

A piece of an acorn somehow lodged itself in Fitzgerald's cornea. Doc removed it without any problem and I take him back for a recheck on Friday. He came home with a lampshade on his head, which means he's miserable on that level, but he was thrilled when he saw Aunt Tudi and me, which is a good sign. When we got him home, Fitzgerald had a running fit with happiness and forgot about his lampshade there for a while. He's lurching about the house now, trying to get the lampshade off his head. Poor bugger. I'll grab some pictures of him tomorrow. I'm too pooped to do it tonight. Can't wait 'til 10 when I dose Fitzgerald with some Benadryl and enjoy sleep, blessed sleep.