After making couscous with pesto and finely chopped broccoli for me (talk about soft warm food) we had the butt end of a box of chicken broth left over, and Lunch was acting kinda spooked after getting his evening half-pill, so Julie poured some into a small plate for him. He lapped it up, so she poured a half inch or so from the other open box in the fridge.
Later in the evening he was friendlier and more chipper than he's been in a while, and the plate of soup was licked to a mirror shine. Now I'm beginning to wonder if this whole thyroid thing isn't just malingering.
Posted by wallich at November 5, 2003 11:04 PM