Squirt’s still fighting for her recovery, and I’m doing the best I can to ensure that it’s a smooth one. She’s regained most of her feisty, stubborn personality and is back to kissing me for her food again. (Although she still doesn’t eat much of it.)
She’s becoming increasingly protective of her litter tray, as the following pictures will show.
Squirt has an interesting coat pattern, and a pair of really soulful eyes with a facial expression that constantly screams emo. As such, it really looked as though she was shooting me this disapproving stare when I tried to wash her litter tray this afternoon.
Here’s an closeup of that disapproving look I’ve grown to love so dearly.
Altogether now. Awwwwww.