Bloody, bruised and battered

So, poor wee Pio was feeling pretty sorry for himself. He so wanted to eat but couldn't quite do it.

Eventually, just before I headed to bed, he managed to eat some kitten food. He kind of slurped it up and once he had a taste for it, he just couldn't stop. He bit the end off his tongue, so he got the food all over his wee face. I had to wipe his chin for him.

He's slowly mastering the whole "breathing through his mouth" thing. He drank some gravy and I am now happy that he's on the road to recovery.

He has chosen his spot on the couch and is pretty much staying there.

Unless I go to the fridge. Just in case there's any more of that tasty kitty food available!

He's sleeping in my room tonight, snuffles and all. I just want the little man close.

Night.