Me for one! I've been a smidge quiet lately, especially regarding Anubis because I didn't want to jinx his recovery. The past week and a bit has been, to put it mildly, stressful. Needless to say, my goal of giving up the Coca Cola addiction for Lent has failed miserably this weekend. Where to begin?
As you know, the little furry dude had to take a trip to the emergency room last weekend for what appears to have been gastritis. He was on the road to recovery, putting up with our various attacks with syringes full of medicine. Exactly one week and two hours after he first got sick, he threw up again. The sound of a cat vomiting in the middle of the night is never good. Fortunately (yes there was a positive side), it appeared to be only a hairball. It was bound to happen after a week of extra licking of his fur to remove the medicine that missed his mouth. He didn't seem bothered by it and practically jumped into his food dish with more gusto than he's mustered all week long. Yippee I thought, he's back to normal! My euphoria was not to last.
|Anubis and Nero four years ago|
A short while later, he went into his litter box just as I followed him into the pantry. He let out a massive bit of gas and then a big wet plop. Diarrhea. He went a few more times that morning, same result. I called the Emergency vet to check in and see if they had any suggestions. A new medication and, if no improvement in a day or so, back in he goes. Is it any wonder I've been stressed? One thing clears up only to be replaced by another. Sigh. Is this what happens when cats become senior citizens?
I picked up the new medication but by the time it came to administer it, the diarrhea hadn't happened for a few hours. So we waited. No diarrhea but no pooping either. And no pooping this morning. And no pooping all day long. I was starting to get worried. When I got home from work, he went into the litter box and ... nothing. What's a crazy cat lady to do?
Time to take a hard stand. I picked him up and gave him a scratch behind the ears. Then, I threatened him: if he didn't poop this evening, I was going to take him back to the doctor and we all know how much he hated that. I put him back on the ground and he headed straight to the litter box again. No lie - he pooped. A big one. OMG.
I AM the poop whisperer and not just when it comes to kids and babies.
|13 yr old Nub Nubs last spring|
Is he completely back to normal? I'm not going to go that far just yet but he's definately feeling better and I am so very relieved. We're hanging onto the medication just in case but it doesn't look like we'll have to give it him. I'm also keeping a close eye on him to make sure his bowels are working and there's no recurrence of the vomitting.
Being owned by a cat is rough ...