Nice uneventful couple of weeks. Sugar Franklin has been molting heavily and demands incessant scritching. The other three are molting but aren't being as demanding as Sugar is.
Sugar's infected feather follicle has cleared up beautifully, and she's back to her sweet self-centered, spoiled self. It was worth any amount of oral feedings and bites and hurt feelings to see her back to prancing around and preening like the goddess she is.
Yesterday I took Nicholas in for a nail and wing trim. One front nail on each foot always grows much longer than the other nails. The only thing the vet and I can figure out is that he's standing in such a way that nail isn't getting worn down like the others. He's 14 to 15 years old and has, I suspect, arthritis, so I just put it down to that.
In this picture he's being cute; he's such a show-off. He was noisy and calling the entire time we were at the vet's. The other three like attention, but Nicholas would be a prima dona if he were a human. I could see him on the stage, bowing while the audience threw roses at him and the critics raved.
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