Poor Harry is unwell (and other kitty and hen piccies)

My poor Harry, the ginger cat, is unwell. He's been under the weather since Friday morning. I'd noticed he hadn't got up and come into the kitchen for some grub when I got up, like they normally do. By mid morning he was still sleeping on the sofa by which time I asked my OH if he'd seen him get up and eat anything. By afternoon I was worrying a bit, but I do know cats, and short spells of being unwell/off their food is not entirely unusual. So we kept an eye on him. He did eat a bit but seemed very slow and not very with it, so as it was nearly the weekend we decided we'd watch him carefully and if no signs of improvement, we'd take him to the vet on Monday.

There he was checked over and the vet said he had a slight temperature and a bit of swelling in his lower abdomen. He was given 3 jabs for various things and we were told that he should start to improve within about 48 hours. Of course as soon as we came back from the vet, he legged it through the cat flap and then spent the next couple of hours in the garden! This was yesterday afternoon and the sun was shining and I'd planned on attacking my front flower/herb bed outside my living room window. I also let the hens out to play, so his brother Bertie (the skinny tabby who is the best hunter of the three) enjoyed chasing the hens around - he's a right devil. He's the one who was chasing the Red Legged Partridge with feathers in his mouth. He's even caught moorhens, the little sod, although I did manage to free them from his pitbull jaws and set them free none the worse for wear. You'd never imagine it as butter wouldn't melt and he's the most lovable of the three demanding noisy attention and the most amount of strokes of the three.

By the way I had a great afternoon out snipping and clipping and watching and taking photos of my menagerie and the garden in fairly nice weather, but more about that in another post.

Harry looking sad. :-(

From another angle, and I really need to wash that blankie
but they won't forgive me if I take it away!

And another let's take over the sofa day. Actually that's every day!

Thankfully I managed some photos of Bertie this time. He was acting loopy and jumping up the tree, back down again and repeat about 10 times. I finally managed to get a couple of non blurry photos! The trouble with winter is that you can't up the shutter speed very much due to the low light levels.

I'm about to jump up (this is Harry's hugging tree by the way)!

And up he went, only to come down and repeat this over and over.
Little things please little minds.

And here's Harry out yesterday after the vet visit.
He did seem to enjoy the fresh air.

In front of the garage - and aaaargh yet another mess as you can see - Irises needing tidying.

Bertie again in the Stipa grasses - I have pulled all the dead bits
out of these grasses so they will live to see another summer..... :-)

Hallie up on the garage roof next to my Photinia - this is not the
bog standard Red Robin but a variegated variety called
Photinia cassini 'Pink Marble', which in my opinion is much prettier.
Although it needs a prune.....

The hens running through my asparagus bed which my OH aka the Under Gardener
weeded and added compost to. Although you'd never know because
between the cats and the hens digging holes in it it looks a mess again!

And the three red hens again - they were still being chased by naughty Bertie!

Today Harry is no better; he was sick last night and is still quiet, sleepy and sad so I really hope he will pick up as I hate having sick animals. Please send him healing vibes! At least I'm feeling a lot better so only one sickly 'person' in the house. I've finally made it to the hairdressers to have my well overdue blonde highlights put in and a cut after about 10 weeks. It'd got so I barely recognised the mousey brown person staring back at me in the mirror. ;-)