Price in the bathtub, drinking soapy water from the bidet bowl. Maybe he needs the soap to knock back the tumors.
Price purring on his cat bed. He came home today. The vet could only get him to eat tuna -- until he saw his own canned catfood.
Now he's lying in front of the woodstove, sucking up the heat. He's still passing blood, but that's to be expected -- he had a lot of blood vessels cut. The gut that was removed should have been the size of a man's little finger, but was two inches across, it was so crammed with the feces he couldn't pass. The vet said he'd never operated on any animal so ill.
We hope we get to have the old guy a bit longer!