If Jackson Pollack Worked With Catfood...
It's been a hectic, emotional, draining, tear-filled, week.
Thank you all for your prayers for Trevor, and your cyber-hugs on Sharon's "anniversary".
Things are still pretty shaky, to be honest. My little spud who would eat anything he could catch has had to be force-fed several times a day, with a syringe and a can of special high protein/high fat catfood to try to get his liver to stop eating him alive. He did not enjoy this. I did not enjoy this. Probably all of the people I came in contact this week did not enjoy my "odeur des aliments pour chats" (it sounds better in french. Basically I have had catfood in my hair, on every article of clothing, and splattered on many walls in my house for nearly two weeks now).
Worst of all was that my extremely devoted, extremely snuggly monkey has been hiding from me, not coming when I called, and sleeping who knows where for most of that time.
In addition to cat-food-modern-art, we've had to see that this
went to this
(which was actually the easiest part - he had a much easier time being injected with fluid under the skin than injected with food via the mouth... if only I'd made that realization earlier, I could have watered down the food.....)
Tonight, though, we had a bit of a breakthrough, in the form of this:
Do you see the Heavens opening? Hear the angels singing? Are you considering naming your next-born child "Fancy Feast Beef Chunks in Gravy"?
Then you haven't been living in my house.
In any event, Trevor ate, on his own, for the first time this evening. He didn't eat a lot, maybe a third of a small can of the kitten food, but he ate. He had a few nibbles on his own (at which point I began sobbing for joy and thanking God) and then I gave him his pills, and he had a little more. When he stopped eating, I put him in my lap, put the food in front of him, and inserted the needle to start his fluids. And he started eating more, with the fluids going right in him.
When we finished dinner and the internal drink, there was a brief ticker tape parade in Trevor's honor (yes, in the bathroom - there are relatively few corners of my house that can be closed off from the other furry gentlemen in my life without damage to the baracades. As it was, there was a fuzzy sort of thudding at the door of Aslan trying to break the door down, and he and Oscar were waiting outside when we opened up.)
About an hour later, Trevor hopped up on my lap to snuggle and made a few "I'm hungry" mews - I pulled the bowl out and he had a few more bites.
It's starting to look like my little man might live through this. Thank God.
Thank you all for your prayers for Trevor, and your cyber-hugs on Sharon's "anniversary".
Things are still pretty shaky, to be honest. My little spud who would eat anything he could catch has had to be force-fed several times a day, with a syringe and a can of special high protein/high fat catfood to try to get his liver to stop eating him alive. He did not enjoy this. I did not enjoy this. Probably all of the people I came in contact this week did not enjoy my "odeur des aliments pour chats" (it sounds better in french. Basically I have had catfood in my hair, on every article of clothing, and splattered on many walls in my house for nearly two weeks now).
Worst of all was that my extremely devoted, extremely snuggly monkey has been hiding from me, not coming when I called, and sleeping who knows where for most of that time.
In addition to cat-food-modern-art, we've had to see that this
went to this
(which was actually the easiest part - he had a much easier time being injected with fluid under the skin than injected with food via the mouth... if only I'd made that realization earlier, I could have watered down the food.....)
Tonight, though, we had a bit of a breakthrough, in the form of this:
Do you see the Heavens opening? Hear the angels singing? Are you considering naming your next-born child "Fancy Feast Beef Chunks in Gravy"?
Then you haven't been living in my house.
In any event, Trevor ate, on his own, for the first time this evening. He didn't eat a lot, maybe a third of a small can of the kitten food, but he ate. He had a few nibbles on his own (at which point I began sobbing for joy and thanking God) and then I gave him his pills, and he had a little more. When he stopped eating, I put him in my lap, put the food in front of him, and inserted the needle to start his fluids. And he started eating more, with the fluids going right in him.
When we finished dinner and the internal drink, there was a brief ticker tape parade in Trevor's honor (yes, in the bathroom - there are relatively few corners of my house that can be closed off from the other furry gentlemen in my life without damage to the baracades. As it was, there was a fuzzy sort of thudding at the door of Aslan trying to break the door down, and he and Oscar were waiting outside when we opened up.)
About an hour later, Trevor hopped up on my lap to snuggle and made a few "I'm hungry" mews - I pulled the bowl out and he had a few more bites.
It's starting to look like my little man might live through this. Thank God.
posted by Amie at
9:54 PM
10 Comments:
I'm glad to hear he's doing better!!
That's excellent news! We'll continue to send good thoughts to you and all of your boys!
I'm so relieved! Sending more big squeezy hugs.
Yay for Trevor!
Most Excellent.
To borrow a phrase from Martha, starting to eat on his own, is a very good thing.
Whew, tears of joy are good! You and Trevor deserve some happiness.
Angie
Yeah!!!!!!! Sooo glad to hear he is doing better and eating!
Good news. Fluids really are incredible lifesavers. Mickey Cat lived to be 22 and she was on fluids for 5 years.
I'm behind. I had no idea and I'm so sorry, but thrilled that he's seems to have made the turn for better.
Hurray! Best news I've hear all week.
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