Mike is feeling better; he's not back to normal yet, but he's
definitely better.  The lower dose of Tapazole seems to have finally
started taking effect.  I hope this does it for him, as the poor
baby's had a rough time lately.  It's so hard when you have to watch
your little darling feeling bad and can't explain things.  :-(

When Mike was feeling soooo rotten this last go-round, after putting
him on the meds and taking him off and then putting him *back* on a
lower dose, he wanted me to hold him 24 hours a day.  He's always been
clingy with me when very sick or very scared, but at no other time.
He's always been affectionate in his own way; he wanted to be in the
same room with me, but not in the same chair with me.

Now, after eleven years of resolute non-lapcat-ness, he is making up
for lost time.  If I sit down, he's in my lap.  If I stand up, he's
climbing my leg.  He'll get down, go to his bowl or litterbox or
whatever, and come trotting back and leap back into my lap.  I am not
used to this behavior from my Mike, who has always been known as
Mama's Little Bad-A**.  If any of you have noticed a decrease in my
typing skills lately, that's why; I usually am typing around the cat.
;-)

I suppose the lower thyroid levels are bringing about this
unprecedented loveyness - it's very sweet, but it's weird.  I know
this year's pirate voyage hasn't yet begun, but I am beginning to
think that *my* Mike has ghosted off somewhere and left me with a
snuggly double.

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Krista
Marveling