I just got a call from K. Something's wrong with Tigger, my 17 year old baby kitty. She's always been a cranky old lady so I worry that it'll be hard to tell when she's not well. K noticed that Tigger was drooling in her sleep and also this afternoon. She's not a drooler. And when K went to wipe her mouth she noticed an area at her lip like a skinned knee or an infection and she screamed when K tried to open her mouth. She's not as vocal as usual. She is drinking water, so that's good. K's going to see if she eats when the automatic kibble feeder goes off this evening.
We have an appointment with the vet but that's not until Thursday morning. If it seems to get worse or she's not eating we'll take her into an emergency vet. Hope it won't cost too much - as money's tight.
I'm worrying and stressing, while several thousand miles away in London. :( I'm just so glad that K's there.
Any animal experts out there there an opinion?
Do send her some good vibes.

here are photos of our three kids

Tigger on her favorite spot


Tigger and the elusive Yoshi



King David at 5 month and King David at 10 month in the same basket





King David, first week at home and already claiming the laptop and lap. Tigger is not amused.




Yoshi shares her room and her sun with King David

In his kitty bassinet next to my desk. It's a large African market basket.
He's nearly 10 month old. About 24 inches from nose to base of tail. Aproximately 12 lbs. He's taller at the shoulder and hip than both the full grown girls. What exactly is in his bloodline?

So far he's been doing well with the harness and leash for walking in the back patio area. He's mastered "Up David" pose of grabbing my hand and standing on his hind legs. He's even done it for Miss Indigo. He's gotten used to walking through the "hoop" - a badminton racket gutted of it's strings. I need to find a bigger hoop to have him jump through. Any ideas? Something about 2 feet in diameter would be good.
I got him a white and blue doggie sailor shirt. He got used to it after a while. It's cute on him. I'll get a photo for you King David fans.
The other cats glare at him with disdain.

This is my mornings. The big fluffy one is King David, of course. Yes, the 8 month old kitten.
On my pillow is my old lady kitty, Bitchy Kitty, aka (Ti)Grrr. Er, excuse me, I stand corrected- that's HER pillow that I get to have a corner of. (PurrVixen is not in the shot. She's at the foot of the bed.)
Now mind you, I'm allergic to cats. So each morning I wake up with a Grrr on my head and King David's tail in my face. And I wonder why I'm congested. Thank goodness for allergy shots.



K is leash training David. He's quite comfortable with the harness. He gets to go out on the porch and eat bugs. Purr Vixen resents him. He's very good with the leash. This is from his first day.



I'm also working on getting him to jump through hoops - literally. That's a badminton racket with the strings cut out. He'll stand up and grab my hand with his paws "David - Up!" so now we're working on "David - Hoop!"
Yes, that's a Hello Kitty hoodie. I want one for him.