baby jesus

our new cat, jesus, is sick. this is the cat we adopted a few weeks back from our friends who moved to oregon. jesus (they named him) has a severe respiratory infection and possibly pneumonia. i was away for the weekend at candlewood lake on one of those Girls Only 2008 versions of Lost Weekend where five middle aged women wore bikinis, ate, drank, smoked, gossiped our brains out and skinny dipped at a no-electricity rustic cabin on a remote portion of the lake that you could only access by boat. once you were there, you couldn't leave. anyway, upon my return to civilization, a mere half hour away, the cat was coughing and sneezing and hiding under the bed. this morning he lay crumpled on the daybed in my office looking as though it was hard for him to breathe,  gasping now and then with his mouth open. 

they didn't keep him at the hospital overnight, which i'll take to be a good sign. instead he came home with a bag of antibiotics which will be difficult to administer, and of course if he takes a turn for the worse, i'll bring him back, but in the meantime he's resting comfortably and hopefully tonite will sleep the sleep of all well-loved and cared for cats. i'm anticipating a full recovery. it's a responsibility, adopting a cat named jesus. you can't let your very own little baby jesus pass away.