We took Georgia to the vet today again. She did not like the ride. Fortunately it was a little easier getting off our hill here. Yesterday efurryone was stopped on the hills 'cause they got stuck in the snow so it was quite the obstacle course, Momma said.
Anyway, Georgia seems to be doing slightly better and everything is getting better. She still falls over all the time and her head turns to the right and she doesn't want to move too much, but her eyes are dialating evenly, so that's a good change. They weren't last week. We hopes that means her remedy is working.
They talked to Momma some more about working on quality of life and they all seem quite concerned about her life quality and that makes Momma happy 'cause we figure if we lives to be 19 or so, then we've had all the quantity we need.
Oh! And Georgia and Momma were invited to join the 20 year old club which is a club for cats that that vet is starting up who are over 20 years old. Georgia's age is approximate but she's between 16 and 21 years old, so Momma always says she is 19.
I still keep headbutting her and knocking her over but now efurryone seems to realize I just want to rub all over her and headbutt her 'cause she is my most favoritest cat.