Sugarplum’s weight is beginning to go back up, and she’s eating kibble more eagerly now (though only the special blend of kibble that I have to make from one good bag and two crappy boxes). She’d dipped down to 13.4 pounds for a while, but is now back up to 13.6.
I’ve also managed to shave the nasty food-crusted bits of hair from her chin, so at least she’s cleaner. Tomorrow’s another vet visit, to get the sutures out.
Go Sugarplum!
Glad to hear it, Zuzu!
Her weight’s now the same as it was when I first brought her into the vet, and her bloodwork/liver values are now either normal or a whole lot closer to normal than they were when she was at her worst.
I still have to give her antacid, which entails a small bit of force-feeding (unlike a dog, who will eat anything if you wrap it in cream cheese, a cat will not take a pill unless it’s shoved down her throat). But it’s all much less traumatic now. The amounts are smaller, and we’re both a lot more efficient at it.
She’s grooming herself, and while she hasn’t tried to get up on the furniture since an early, abortive attempt at getting up on the bed when she first got home and was still recently post-op, she’s got a nice little bed set up. And she’s beginning to defend her food from Frick and Frack, which is good.
I just wish she’d eat the canned food instead of the dry, which is crap. Then again, she was eating the canned food when she got sick (and she’s had canned food shoved down her throat for a month now), so it’s totally understandable that she’d have an aversion to that. I mean, I haven’t had Southern Comfort in 20 years because of an epic puke in college. And ranch dressing? Not since 1982, when I got sick after eating some kind of fake-ass Mexican thing my mother made involving Old El Paso taco seasoning and ranch dressing with the delightful name of “Wetback Delite.”
If she’s not so interested in food, this might be moot: Pill Pockets. They are kitty treats which have a hollow in which you hide a pill. A fussy cat might crunch through them and spit out the pill, so this is a situation where one hopes that the cat is so excited by the prospect of treats that she inhales (not literally) the pocket without chewing.
One fussy feline at the Dis Establishment managed to be fooled like 14 days in a row– the key was to give her a few de-lish treats (Greenies) beforehand so she was completely crazed, and snarfed the pocket without thinking.
I hope she gets her appetite back quick.