Calming Treats?

How ironic would it be if what did Leo in was not his Lymphoma, but his appetite? Yeah, well, the prednisone, combined with his propensity for counter-surfing, made me nervous that was about to happen.

He was very calm. Me, not so much.

Leo helped himself to half a bag (well, all that were left) of his calming treats - ironically enough (again with the irony!) the treats we use to reduce his anxiety from the prednisone.

So my anxiety goes through the roof. Everyone else said "he's fine!" - including Animal Poison Control ($49), who said he'd pee it out and probably have the poops. (He didn't even have that!)

And of course, he was fine - mellow, a little stoned looking, but nonetheless fine.

If only the same could be said for those lymph nodes in his neck. Still not going down...