He's up and walking around, painfully. He still can't get up on anything alone. It's sorta sad, at night he peeks his face and two front feet up on the bed, but he can't get up. I'm hoping this will improve too.
At least his personality is coming back. He's cuddly and hilarious again. I was afraid he'd be bored, but he's been spending time watching the laundry spin around in the machine.
He also got a bath to wash the tire marks out of his fur. Sad and funny at the same time.
I am still with this flu. Two fucking weeks.
B.B. Av said: "You got swine flu and my cat got hit by a car...I'm a little scared to be walking around this week."