Just finished making an appointment for the long-put-off dental. I did make a stab at cleaning his teeth last week. It didn't go nearly as poorly as I expected (and yes, I did watch the Cornell video that says you should take a month to get them used to the idea of teeth-brushing).
The sinus stuff is still present, but so much improved that I think it'll be okay to finally get the dental done. His glucose levels have been back to normal, it seems - there have been some pretty awful numbers in the 100's over the last month or so. I am still giving him both the chlortrimeton and zeniquin once a day. He is breathing more easily and less noisily, and the obnoxious sneezing-in-your-face hasn't occurred for a good week or so. Small steps, major gratitude to the Powers that Be.
Cinnaminnie is in heat again. For the 322,456,798,543rd time. Scruffy has suddenly decided that it is his civic duty to try to assist her in her quest for a boyfriend; he didn't seem to notice her previous attempts to entice him by her wiles. He apparently doesn't realize that he's no longer equipped for the job. (And he's the only one of the four male cats who's ever presumably actually had experience - the others were neutered as kittens.) As I said in another context, poor Scruffy....
