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.
