The prophesies have come true and KD is down to the last stubble of his hair. There is distinct glare in the sunlight off his dome. Well, almost all gone. He's got this funny little mustache at the back of his neck just dark enough to look like he turned around too fast ... like Daffy Duck leaving his bill around the back of his head.
He had a lumbar puncture Tuesday as scheduled. Which means for the last two days he's been a zombie. And not the cool Hollywood kind of zombie that wears dark sunglasses and has snappy one-liners before killing people. At least he's back to eating again (no, not brains!), which is always a good sign. The medication they inject while doing a lumbar puncture makes him a little woozy and it's hard for him to feel when he's hungry.
He is sleeping a lot still. The one cat has always slept on him but she's a furry bowling ball and is little trouble. The other cat recently decided his new 'spot' is on the shelf next to KD's bed. This is a BIG cat. He snores. He wakes up meowing. He licks and grumbles often. He's up and down a dozen times a day eating and patrolling the windowsills. So needless to say this new roommate does not thrill KD. I am envisioning an eviction notice for the furry squatter.
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