Thompson had his annual visit to the vet. I thought about canceling because he gets so stressed out by the car ride. Sure enough as soon as I put him in the carrier he began howling and hissing at the top of his lungs. He continued to do this until the vet arrived in the examination room. Then he settled down some. He actually was a trooper on the way back home because we had to wait for the world's longest train to pass adding a good five to ten minutes to his car ride.
He continues to lose weight even though his appetite has been better the past month or so.
I'm a big fan of the TV show, "The Americans," which is coming to an end. There are two episodes left and it doesn't appear there's going to be a good end for any of the major characters. I've been going back to the beginning of the series and watching old episodes over. Diego-san is keeping an eye out for Russian spies.
Theo doesn't like to be combed. Theo needed a combing because he's been hacking up hairballs on a regular basis the past week. Theo got combed. Theo apparently is now immobile and speechless after being combed.
I had the air conditioner maintenance guy over. Thompson who used to flee whenever a strange person (strange meaning someone he didn't know rather than unusual- meaning he never fled from me) came over is just too weak to do so anymore. Diego-san supervised the work being done to ensure the strange guy knew what he was doing (meaning both the maintenance guy and myself).
This photo was taken about 15 minutes after Diego-san did the most impressive projectile vomiting our house has ever seen. Lucky for me, I heard that unmistakable sound of a kitty about to urp up something and grabbed him to place him over a blanket that could be washed. There didn't seem to be any further aftereffects so hopefully it was just something that didn't sit right in his stomach.