Time for a post about our sick cat I think. I was down to the VA on Wednesday and completely dragged out from the  trip yesterday hence the delay on his status.

Good news folks, Churchill now appears to be on the road to recovery although the road looks like it’s going to be a few miles long at the moment. He’s eating for himself about half his usual fair and back to drinking his fill. We haven’t taken him off the baby food quite yet since he needs the extra protein and other healthy stuff it provides.

The boy’s also getting around better the past few days and as of last night he resumed his rightful place as the senior “dinner kitty”. He also makes the leap onto the bed at night although he’s not quite the blanket anchor he used to be prior to his illness since he’s dropped about half his weight. The poor guy’s almost literally skin and bones. It’s a good thing he was such a large and muscular cat as he was before his health went down the toilet since he probably wouldn’t have survived this mysterious illness otherwise.

On Tuesday we finally got the results from the additional blood tests I ordered from the vet and it definitely showed sign of an infection. Since the blood sample was taken the previous week and we’re done with the antibiotic and Churchy’s showing good signs of improvement I think we’ll just leave well enough alone for now and let him handle the rest of it while we keep a close watch.

Currently Churchill is hiding in my closet under an old dresser that’s kept in there on the left hand side (darn cat just slides open the door and walks right in like he owns the place). Can’t say as I blame him any, there’s a new moon coming up soon and the other cats are already getting antsy (fur munching, cuffing, wrestling, generally dirty looks, that kind of thing)—he needs his rest you know.

Thanks to all those who sent their good Karma his way during his trials and tribulations. It was awful close there for awhile and your good thoughts were just the extra oomph he needed.

Although we’re still keeping a close eye on on our very sick cat, Churchill, he appears to be on the mend albeit very slowly. Two days ago he started licking baby food off of Laurie’s finger in the morning and was licking the same off of a proffered spoon by the evening. This was great since I hated force feeding him and so did my thumb on the hand that was holding his head. With any luck it should heal okay but some scarring might remain.

Then last night he actually managed to make it to the food bowls for dinner for the first time in over a week and licked a few pieces out of it before he had to lay down. Three more teaspoons of baby food later and he was out like a light.

This morning he arrived in the kitchen from under our bed on his own steam and grabbed a few pieces of dry cat food before occupying his old position in the hallway by the bathroom door. And he’s been alternating between there and  food bowls all morning so far.

Churchy’s still plenty weak and can’t travel more than several steps at a time before he has to lay down so I have to make sure to take him down to the litter box once a day and again after supper until he can make the stairs on his own. And we still have no idea what happened to him and though he seems to be getting better he’s certainly not off the critical list yet.

Either way, it looks like all the good thoughts and karma that’s been coming his way over the past few days is working. If you would kindly keep it up we just might have a healthy cat  on our hands once again.

Well, it’s been another day with the sick cat. We had to drag him out from under the bed this morning in order to dribble some antibitoics down his throat (he just loves that) and then some water to clear the taste. He also appears to have forgotten how to drink so the water is rather essential at this point.

We’ve had to force feed and water him over the past two days and after each episode he finds a new place to hide. It may take him awhile but he finds one nonetheless. Can’t say I half blame him, I’d probably hide too if I were him.

Still, after this morning’s round of humiliation he managed to hide himself so well I wasn’t able to find him for his noon feast. And to add to this mysterious malady of his he always seeks out the coldest parts of the house to hide in and I mean like cold. Makes for fine “kneeling and laying on cold floors while shining flashlight under stuff” type of opportunities (see next paragraph).

My back went out after the second complete round of the house, kneeling and laying on the floor and shining a light under various pieces of furniture, appliances and and other such things. I just can’t understand why looking for a dark, gray feline in dark places is so difficult. He wouldn’t stand out or anything like that would he?

Still not finding him led me to hobble over to the phone and call up the quilt shop. I told Laurie that I couldn’t find Church, that I was broken and if she could possibly shut up the shop for a bit and come help look I would be eternally grateful. She arrived home 5 minutes later, took the flashlight and found him in 3 minutes.

He moved on purpose, I know it.

I just fed him again about a half hour ago–pumpkin filling. Really, pumpkin filling.

According to everything we’ve read, pumpkin filling is great for sick felines who just seem to give up for no reason. I don’t relish him the experience though since our little female, Pooka, who’s nothing but a mouth on four furry legs won’t touch the stuff. Neither would I for that matter.

Now he’s slunk off to the living room to sulk until we hunt him down again for his supper (baby food this time–turkey puree, yum). I tried to explain to him that all he has to do is start eating for himself again and we can stop this nonsense.

I don’t think he’s listening though.

Keep those good thoughts coming if you would. It’s not over yet.