A week came and went while we watched sweet Daisy get more and more comfortable with her blindness. There were a few days, one or two, she seemed a little confused with all the boxes packed for the move. I kept her typical pathway as free from clutter as possible, but as she became more comfortable with her loss of sight she began expanding her comfort zone a little more every few hours. She didn’t keep to our room anymore even venturing to jump on a few boxes for a nap. She actually found the box with a blanket on top of it and defended it once or twice from Little Buddy. I even began to wonder if she was just extremely near sighted. I checked and she had no reflex in her eyelids when I flicked my fingers in front of them and her pupil not longer responded to any light.

But Daisy was happy and so we tried to be also for her too. Amazingly enough she even tolerated the other female cat in the house she never liked before, Suzy. Daisy actually let Suzy clean her face for her a few times. Remarkable. The following weekend hubby and three children went off to the new town, I stayed home with the baby and one who had a sleepover planned with a friend, at the friend’s house. The plan: to get things cleaned and packed. Well, I got a lot done, but the dust sent my asthma into overdrive and my allergies went bizerk as well. I spent some time cleaning in my sewing area while the baby napped.

After I mopped the floor I noticed some small droplets of blood on my kitchen floor in a path from my bedroom door to the den door. I began to wonder if a cat had stepped on a pin in the carpet and pricked it’s pad. I began checking the cats, one by one. First Buddy – he was closest to me. Although asleep, he’s the one in the den the most. Nope, all feet are fine. Now for Suzy, she doesn’t like to be picked up so I had to coax her a little to let me look at her feet. It’s not Suzy. Skipper. Skipper? Where are you? It must be Skipper, he hides when he’s made or hurt or scared or . . .
nope, not Skipper. Oh no. Where’s Daisy? Daisy. Daisy? She comes running in her own sweet “where are you” way. Phew! Her feet are fine. Oh, well. I guess it’s no big deal.

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