Twirl’s anorexia was brought about by her whiskers touching the sides of the plate when she eats. A cat’s whiskers are very sensitive. The nerve endings to these vibrasse end at the ears. Every time she bent her head to eat and bumped the ends of her whiskers, oh my Lord, I can only imagine the pain signals it sent.

She is now eating off a marble cutting board. She is no longer hiding, hissing, or lashing her tail. She is now relaxed, laying in the middle of floor and headbumping me with great abandon.

I had the vet bill paid down recently, but today, I had to take Guinevere in. She has an ulcerated eye. I also took in a new arrival (came yesterday). A beautiful, 7 week old golden boy. The vet almost took him home! He is such a charmer and I think he was trying as hard as I was to go home with “Uncle Ben.” But Ben said he had enough animals, and when I suggested Morgan would be a great clinic kitty, Ben was again tempted, but said he was afraid Morgan would run outside and get hit in the parking lot.

So we come home and soon the phone rings. Ben has been telling his clients about Morgan. A family is very interested in coming to see him. With Ben as a recommendation, that is enough for me. I would love to keep him, he is beautiful, very sociable and has gorgeous blue eyes. He is darker than Prowler but he reminds me a lot of her.

But if I keep him, I have to go through all the motions of letting the clowder learn to accept him, and dealing with kitty terrorism from Riley, Matuse, Cole, and Sierra—-so this way, Morgan will be in a home with kids and only one cat. He will get a ton of attention, I am sure he will be very adamant about his new family paying attention to him.