Had a lovely day yesterday; met up with Beanie and we went to the Tower of London :) I'll post about this properly another day.....
Was meant to have a friend over today as well, and we were going to go to a country fair. But I cancelled. Scooter hasn't eaten much since Friday, hardly a thing, and I wanted to spend a quiet day trying to get him better. He has been kept warm by the fire all day and been offered:
- Whiskas steamed cod flavour chunks in jelly,
- Thrive 99% chicken slivers
- real fresh chicken, raw,
- real fresh chicken, roasted,
- fresh haddock, steamed,
- his usual- and favourite- biscuits 'Purina One Sensitive'
- HighLife chicken flavour chunks in gravy
All sniffed, some licked, all refused.
He has drunk a little water.
No medicine taken, as it is usually hidden in the food.
I opened his mouth (he hated that) but couldn't see any sores on his tongue.
MIGHT be a wee bit constipated, judging by the lack of use of his poo patch in the garden! Then again, there isn't much in there to come out....
Vet not back till Tuesday.
Maybe it's just a tummy ache. But he is showing interest in the food when you present it to him, sits up, excited, wants to see what you're bringing. But he won't eat.
Any cat owners out there with any ideas?????
He is purry and responds to being stroked and talked to.
About half passed midnight Scooter ate a few mouthfuls of biscuits. After a while I managed to tempt him with some of the HiLife chicken sachet too. He had a doze by the fire, now he's off out, mousing. I hope he keeps down what he's eaten. I'll double check the poo patch when he comes in. I wonder what my neighbours think about me sculking round the borders with a flashlight late at night?
I haven't been able to get his thyroid tablet down him for 3 or 4 days so this evening I had to force it on him :( I had to put it in his mouth, hold it shut, tickle his throat till he swallowed.... ahuh yeah, ok, not quite. I had to do this four times cos the first three he pretended to swallow but then spat it out as soon as he was released. Of course, each attempt made him more wound up! My wrists and forearms are scratched so bad it looks like I've been self-harming and Scooter hates his Mummy. Bad Mummy. Bad, bad Mummy.
He is still eating less than normal, sticking to his favourite biscuits and a little fish. The poo patch is looking surprisingly normal. He's ok, touch wood. But I have been in tears wishing he were 4, rather than 19..... I don't want him to go....