Discussion in 'suburban75' started by Mation, Oct 18, 2013.
I think it's warm on top of there.
Radar licked some gravy off some wet food today, quite enthusiastically, which gives me hope. Didn't eat any chunks of the actual food though.
He's now off the antibiotics (last dose was Monday).
If he doesn't eat tomorrow, I'll phone the hospital and ask the vet about whether to try the mirtazapine again, or if they want to see him first. I'll also ask about whether it would be ok now to switch from 5x 28ml liquid tube feeds, to 4x 35ml, which would be a lot less exhausting for us (if not, I'll carry on as is of course, I don't want to do him any harm by giving too much at one time).
Awoke to the sound of Cosmo taking a piss on my scarf this morning because someone had closed the door
A couple of hours ago Radar scoffed half a pouch of whiskas with some gusto, so I'm skipping his last tube feed today - trying not to feel too excited, but desperately hoping this is a turning point. He has dry down at all times, and I'll put down another pouch of wet when I go to bed, am keeping everything crossed that he eats some more.
Most cats bring home a mouse as a present for their person.
Bob was clawing at the window to bring his prize in for me... Fried chicken!
He knows me so well
(some dirty fucker must have thrown it out of a car window)
Vet did say to me when talking about trying to get Radar to eat that a bit of KFC might be worth a go, just peel off the coating and offer the meat making sure there was no bones in it (that needle like bone from a chicken leg can do a whole world of damage to the digestive tract, and cooked bones can splinter) - but the smell of fried chicken is something they find very appealing, apparently.
This was the scene as I shiveringly got dressed this morning.
Got my star trek cats book delivered this week. love it. scenes from various star trek episodes
okay but I NEED that book.
How's Radar doing today, Epona
Ugh, not eaten as much again - had a couple of mouthfuls, so that's something.
It's constant ups and downs (for me at least, he seems fine). He's put a decent amount of weight back on so his spine and ribs are no longer sticking out like some sort of prison camp survivor or news report of a famine somewhere.
I have to go up to the vet hospital Friday afternoon to pick up some more of the food powder and some bandaging supplies (my regular vet doesn't have the food although if this goes on for longer than next week I will do a kind of stampy foot thing and insist they order supplies for his prescription so I don't have to do a 3-4 hour round trip on the bus every time I need more of something).
So will ask tomorrow when they next want to see him, she did say end of this week but I think given the weather and the fact there's about 6 inches of snow and ice outside, I will avoid taking any cat anywhere unless it's a medical emergency until it has melted and warmed up a bit, which is due to happen over the next few days - so will aim to take him in early next week when the temperature is predicted to be above freezing.
(Edit to add, he's SUCH a good boy, he doesn't fuss much when I'm doing feeds or dressings, even when I'm wrapping bandages around his neck. A few years ago he sank his fangs into my buttock I think just to make me shriek for his own amusement, but he's never once clawed or bit me, or even warned me with a nip, while I've been doing necessary care - completely sweet boy)
Something I feel really bad about btw - because although I can bang on about appropriate care a lot, I'm not infallible - in all this fuss with Radar I forgot to take Sonic in for a claw trim (his claws overgrow because he has arthtitis these days so is less active and doesn't wear them down, and I can't trim them because I have arthritis in my hands... but I should take him in a few times a year to have the vet nurse do it.)
Anyway, with everything going on with Radar, I neglected to get Sonic in for claw trim in a reasonable time, and one of his claws curled round under his paw pad. I did of course take him in and get it dealt with as soon as I spotted it, and it hadn't penetrated the paw pad, but I feel so incredibly guilty.
OK Nate went up to the hospital to get the powder sachets to make up the convalescent food for tube feeding, they were able to give him only 2 days worth because their delivery didn't turn up due to the weather.
I have phoned round about 6 vets now to see if anyone has any and everyone has run out.
I don't know what to do, I am coming apart right now.
(UPDATE: I carried on phoning round, one of the vets I called was able to round up 8 sachets for me and has put them aside with my name on for me to collect tomorrow)
Very stressful Epona. You're doing well though.
((((Epona and radar and sonic))))
curious but not going any further
yesterday, much more snow today
That's a pukka looking woolly cat
A cat that earns his keep.
What was the chicken like?
This is the third time it's properly snowed since Missy arrived, and each time I've felt the need to dance around in the back yard to demonstrate to her that it's OK. I think it's the odd appearance which spooks her, rather than the snow falling, as she couldn't give less of a fuck about rain.
I re-educated myself as to why I don't work from home all that often. I'm trying to get shit done, whilst periodically removing pussycat from on top of my work laptop.
Not a fan of snow
Oddly, my cats pester me when I'm urbanning at the desktop, but leave me alone if I'm on the work laptop on the kitchen table.
Actually, it's not that odd. They learnt the penalty for jumping onto the kitchen table a long time ago.
The removal problem is worst when she's facing me directly, as I can't get my hand under her centre of gravity without her going for it. Once I've calmly placed her on the floor she usually just ambles away, only to return two minutes later. Physical violence at such an exercise is relatively rare.
10 minutes in the oven sorted it right out
Radar is back in hospital tonight
He ate a little earlier, then brought up a furball and with it the bottom end of the oesophagostomy tube, he bit off the end that was hanging out of his mouth but then was pawing at his mouth and put an almighty gash in his gum... So back off up to the hospital, he's staying in tonight and tomorrow they will stitch his gum and put in a new tube. I am putting my foot down about him having some anti-emetic medication when he comes home.
Am feeling a bit broken at this point, my poor little cat.
(((Epona ))) and (((Radar)))
Oh no, what a nightmare . Poor you & poor Radar.
Hope he's back on his paws soon.
The poor sweetheart. I'm so, so sorry you're going through this Epona - and that Radar is too, of course. And at the absolute worst time of year. I know exactly how that adds extra stress to an already awful situation.
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