It’s nice to be able to get back to writing about Schroedinger, himself, rather than to whine about all the problems we’ve been having getting the book ready. If you’re the kind of person who likes vintage whines, please feel free to look at the Blog Page on schroedingerpublishing.com. Don’t look too fast though, as I have not yet written a post – whine or otherwise.
One of the things I’ve been meaning to write about is what Schroedinger eats. Ever since he’s come to live with me, he’s gotten dry prepared food. After a few years, my daughter, Elisabeth – with an “s” – became a rep for Paw Tree and he’s eaten their food ever since and has appeared to thrive on it. You may check out her website at, www.PawPalsUSA.com . Just tell her I sent you.
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Now, at her suggestion, I’ve just gotten some additives to sprinkle on his regular food to help him in his old age. (I wonder if I should try them? I’ll have to ask her.) There’s a picture of him and his food at the end of this post. If you have good eyes you may be able to make out his name in the red bow.
He’s never shown the slightest interest in human food for the 14 years he’s been with me. Once in a blue moon I’ve given him some prepared treats, but he appears to have cared less. When he was small, he would eat them out of my hand, but now he scorns me.
About a week ago, he developed a sneeze and I took him to his doctor. Antihistamines were prescribed in case it was an allergy. I placed the tablet in a Pill Pocket and offered it to him in my hand. He turned up his nose and walked away. I then put it in his food dish and he gobbled it right up. Now, he waits for me to put his morning pill into the dish and runs over and eats it.
I’m happy to report that the sneezing has stopped and he’s up to his old tricks. About 7:00 AM this morning, he began to run around the house like crazy and knocked a few things over. He then began to jump up on the night table, to the bed, over me to the other side and then to the floor where he ran around the living room, back to the bedroom and then repeated his jumping trick. He was easier to live with when he was sneezing. The photo of my hand shows evidence of another of his old tricks, otherwise known as bad habits.
When I took him to his doctor for the sneezing, she discovered a mass in his abdomen. Luckily, tests revealed it to be a benign cyst. The reason I mention this is that I have one also, on my kidney. In the book, I tell how he lost a great portion of his ears due to cancer from the sun and included a picture of my left ear with part of it missing for the same reason. His doctor is under the impression that we might really be related and share some of the same genes. Well, you never know.