March 19th 2011 1:21 pm
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Diary, it has been a week of ups and downs. Some days I eat, some days I don't. When I don't, Mom and Dad feed me with a little syringe, like a baby kitten who has lost her mother. I get prescription A/D mixed with warm water. Mom says it is just like feeding a baby, except that she can't catch the dribbles with the spoon and stuff them back in my mouth. And I wear a bib, just like a baby, because otherwise I get a lot of food on my lovely white throat and Mom doesn't want to stress me out with a bath while I'm feeling punk.
On the good days, I follow Dad around all day pestering him for food. When he gives me some, I sniff it, take two bites and then yowl for something else. He has learned a trick, though. He picks up the food dish, puts it behind his back and then brings it out again with the other hand. I sniff it, take two bites and then yowl for something else. Repeat. And then repeat again.
Mom is easier to bamboozle. We have, like, 20 kinds of wet cat food in every flavor imaginable, plus salmon, sardines, crab and shrimp. I take one bite of everything she puts down. The other cats are in pig-out heaven over my leftovers.
I have to go to the doc again Monday for another treatment. Mom wishes the vet were more like Doc "Bones" McCoy, who would just wave some high-tech gadget over me and heal me instantly. But Dr. Hallahan says "I'm a vet, not a miracle worker."
So we have to make our own miracles. We're working on it.
P.S. Thank you, A Nony Mouse, for the POTP! We definitely believe in that!
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Is good you are eating Onyx. Much as I admire Dr 'Bones' McCoy, he is always a bit too ready to say 'I'm a doctor, not a...' then rule out the very thing you need. Like I'm sure he'd say 'I'm a doctor, not a baby nurse/ bib tucker/ foog juggler'. Maybe he's a vet too? Thanks for the update - still purring hard for you hun. Jaffa and family XXX
Oynx sweetie, I was the same way about food. I'd pester mommy out of her mind for meals and then I'd take a few bites and walk away. Then a short time later I'd be back begging for another meal . . . this went on and on all day and night! We had enough cans of cat food on hand in every brand and variety of flavor to open our store! Mommy tried saving the bowl and giving the food to me again but I wasn't fooled! She'd keep reminding herself that I was sick and couldn't help it. I'm glad you cooperate so well with your mom and dad when they have to feed you by syringe . . . you need to eat!
Purring for a miracle!