Some updates on Max.

He went home on Monday night, and had a shave on Thursday. The groomer said his fur was oily.

After that he had diarrhoea, farting and vomiting. Sister J stopped the fish, but Max refused to survive on biscuits alone.

He even poo-ed in the house, on the carpets instead of in the bins, though they were unused.

Sister S reckoned Max needs glasses.

I thought he needs more bins, or something had scared him from using the bins eg: birds on the balcony, shadows, leaves etc.

This morning, Max insisted on waking Sister J, at 6am. Later Sister J saw that the stools were hard. But she still continues with the medication, just to be sure.

Maybe Max was trying to tell her that he had recovered, and may he have his fish meal, now?