Now, that's good.
This morning, Mac could not even move a limb.
Mac was in a metal cage, and he was probably complaining because it was cold. He is put on drips, and I guess the rehydration helped him feel much better.
So I placed newspapers and a towel in for him and he was happier.
Mac looked much, much better than this morning.
We are now still awaiting his blood test results to decipher just what is wrong with him.
Mac is thirteen years old.