I kept hearing him cry after the house went quiet. Not angry cries demanding to be released from his temporary confinement. Small cries, intermittent seems like he is in pain.

He is in Quarantine and the room is pretty much devoid of furniture for reason. I went and piled up old blankets and pillows making a temporary soft chair on the floor next to the wall.

When I picked him up, he hissed and tensed up. I placed him in my lap as I settled down on the new chair. I was wearing an old terry cloth robe who has seen better days. It is one that has held many a kitten or cat either when they are being fed, or being comforted. I tucked him down into the folds and started petting him gently. Harp of Hope music playing, I fell asleep with him still mewing.

Before I nodded off- I prayed that God would help my vet find answers today. Chappy’s temp is still subnormal, he was so cold- 98.8 at last check. I think he slept a bit, but I could still feel his mews and my heart broke knowing he was beyond my reach to help him.

I woke up at 6:00 a.m. he was still doing the occassional meow. I stretched my stiff back and he didn’t move off my lap. I ended up slipping off the robe and leaving it around him. Went outside to the bleach step, changed clothes and shoes and went downstairs. I wish my appointment was this morning and not this afternoon and so we wait…