|Price and the Sheep (Leo) in the sunshine by the stove.|
Price had been in such pain, so miserable, so uncoaxable with his food. His burns looked like bacon.
Last night, he was standing by the kindling pile, face-marking. Dan later saw him sink his claws into the cat-tree and dig at it, straining his whole body backwards on his hind legs, in a way that looked painful, but that he obviously wasn't bothered by.
This morning, suddenly -- he got up and followed me around until I fed him. I made him get out of the way during the wood-loading -- so he cornered Jim (the new/low cat) and smacked him. Later, when Jim was complaining because now he is House Cat and doesn't get let outside to beat up the neighbors any more, he stopped and hissed at Price. Price sat down and gave him, his "Yes? Do you need another one?" look.
Maybe... I don't want to jinx anything, but thank all of you for the Love-Voodoo for Price.