I picked JL and brought him back home. He's still under the weather. I was supposed to take of his bandages. Pobrecito he couldn't run away. But I finally got them off and he started grooming himself. That's a good sign.
He's still trying to get used to walking. But he's okay. I do carry him to his bowl for food and drink. Then I carry him to the litter box in case he's that disoriented.
He was purring in a low register, but purr away. He's a little better this morning. He's lying in his favorite sunshine right now. We'll see what today brings.
Chif out.
20 days until the next camp out.
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