Ladies and gentlemen, Styx.
I would've done this post last night, but I've thrown out my neck again and because of it didn't have the energy to do a post. Anyway, part of this post is an update about my cat. His appetite has returned in spades, so that's a very good sign. My dad mentioned that he actually feels a little responsible for my cat getting as sick as he did because he didn't realize that something was wrong. Most recently my cat had been eating less and less of his dry food, but we both thought he was just being finicky. Plus we probably should've kept taking my cat to the vet for yearly checkups. We stopped doing that because it was so stressful on him. Anyway, my dad also got my cat a new litter box that's much easier for him to get into, and so far there have been no more "little accidents".
And now for some bad news, as well as the reason for the included Styx video. Last night my grandma called and told my dad that my grandpa had suffered a small stroke. Nothing severe though, it was the type of stroke that my cat recently suffered. The hospital is going to run some tests, of course. But there's a real good chance that my grandpa will be going home this afternoon. So that's the good news about that. The real irritating part of this though is that my grandpa's stroke happened on Wednesday, and my grandma didn't tell my dad and I about this until last night. She's always done stuff like this. My dad's certain that when my grandpa eventually dies, my grandma won't say anything about it until three days after it happens. That sort of thing drove my late mother nuts.
That's about it for now. Until next time.
