Puss and puss

The Puss being Atlas, and puss being his eye infection. And this is the story of the puss has returned. Atlas, the poor thing, now has herpies in his other eye. We had finally gotten his right eye cleared, and he was calming down and trusting us not to put thick, goopy drops in his eye any more. He had stopped charging across the house, like his life depended on reaching the other side, every time we walked towards him, and had started cuddling again. He no longer looked at me (Lisa) like I was evil and ugly(I am pretty sure he was picturing me with warts on my face :p), and had stopped attacking me when I got close to his head. And now... sigh.. It all begins again, thanks to his now disgusting, and painful looking left eye. His poor face is swollen again, green goo is growing in leaps and bounds in his eye, and he just looks positively miserable. Again. Already he is hiding from us and we have only put drops in twice. I think he might be scarred for life. To make matters worse, we had been waiting on his eye to clear up so we could start clipping his toe nails, as his favorite thing to do is it charge around the house, gleefully bouncing on the leather couches as he goes.. actually I think he might believe they are alive and need to DIE! Which means his long, lethally sharp (trust me on that), claws are doing some decent damage to the couches, that are leather, and not ours! So now it seems we might have to just pin the poor thing down and do horrid things to him, all in the name of love. Which of course... he doesn't understand. I feel so bad for him. He finally finds a home, with people that adore him, and he keeps getting sick. Thus by making us, the people that love him, torture him. I really hope this is the last time it flares. I think we all want a break. And I really want Atlas to feel at home, safe and loved. Cause he is, the darling, cuddly, sweet, talkative, gooey eyed, little man that he is. :D We wouldn't trade him for anything.