Well, DR ChasSmith, I'm glad my vines worked for you. I wish they'd clear up Thatch's conjunctivitis. O just took him into the bathroom to wash out his eyes. He lay in my arms, purred, seemed very content to let me do the wash, enjoyed the petting, my playing with his paws, stroking his head and rubbing his belly. His rail wrapped around my arm, which is a sign of affection.
Then I gave him a syringe full of bitter medicine and put salve in his eyes. He's run away in terror and Annabelle is his safe place. I hope, when thus health crisis passes, that he will not fear me. The little baby wants affection and love.