Bootsy was at the vet. She cleaned out and examined his ears, gave him another shot, and put some medicine in his ears. I'm supposed to do this twice a week. She asked whether I had anyone at home to help me and I said no. I'll do my best. She also gave him a prescription of antibiotics (pills) I'm supposed to administer every other day for two months.
I think it stresses me out more than it does Bootsy when I have to take him to the vet. It upsets me that he's upset, crying the whole way there and back (fortunately it's not far). I'm a wreck. But he's home now, lying at my feet. (Lucky's in my lap--he's turning into a lap cat.) But I've got chores to do.