This is Nathan, the boy cat. He is the more friendly of the two, but also more insecure. He has a condition called rodent ulcers, or esinophilic granuloma. It's an allergic reaction, usually to fleas or food. His upper lip swells up and I call him Zoidberg. Rob thinks this is mean, but it's funny. He's less than a year old and spent most of his life having a pill or two rammed down his throat twice a day. Poor kitty. So now, during this latest flare up, we've decided that we're going to try an exclusion diet so he's just eating James Wellbeloved fish dry food night and day. Just this morning, he found a piece of half chewed bread my dad dropped and gobbled it up. He loves food and it's a bit sad that he can't have any ham or chocolate treats which he LOVES. But vet's bills are expensive!
He doesn't like having water sprayed in his face, which happens sometimes when we are pilling him. He also doesn't like being pilled, being grabbed before being pilled, and the bit after the pill has been ingested.
He does like pretending to be a badass by chasing his sister round the house, climbing our fugly faux velvet curtains, lying on windowsills and being brushed. He also likes me a bit too much and has been known to do little urine scent mark on me. He doesn't sit on my lap anymore, dirty bugger.
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