Well, frack.
Pookie Bear perked up remarkably Friday night, and had a really good day yesterday, complete with several rousing overnight games of attack the sleeping toes. This morning all was normal. Ate part of his lunch, spent the afternoon and the Boys of March Birthday Bash sunning in the window.
Around 530, he started drooling again.
Refused to touch his dinner.
::sigh::
Back on the merry go round again, it seems.