Each day since his veterinarian’s appointment last Monday, Andy’s made progress in becoming more active and involved with his toys.

Today, he batted a “Da Bird” feather toy around and tussled with the same toy in a form without a string and pole that you toss and the cat chases. It’s been some time since he did either.

Andy resting after he and Dougy chased each other.

He’s more alert, more playful, and more vocal when he doesn’t get his way. (At this moment, he’s running around trying to locate Dougy for more rough housing.)

Poor light, alert Andy: In a way, this is a good portrait of him.

I’m encouraged! He’s even giving me more of a challenge each morning to locate and capture him for his daily medicine, though I try not to make it stressful for him.

After he takes his medicine, I stroke his ears and head, quietly telling him what a good boy he was.

He still is dang glad when I put him down and he untangles himself from the bath towel (“kitty burrito”, remember!) I wrap him in to help reduce his struggle and stress at being medicated. He doesn’t want me to sweet talk him when he could be wild and free!

Though my inclination would be to discourage Andy from being too active since he has a heart murmur, I’m doing my part instead by letting him decide when he is ready to increase his activity or engage in play with his brother Dougy. It seems to be working out just fine!