Another day, another vet visit
First - thanks to each and every one of your for all of your support and good thoughts. This is the best pet support group I could ever hope for. I'm extremely grateful for your concern.
Now to today. Mr. Elv is spending the day at the Kitty Spa, or in his view, the Cat Jail & Torture Center.
Why? Because he just won't eat. Last night and this morning, he heartily snubbed everything offered.
Wet cat food? Nope.
Dry cat food? Forget it.
A different dry food? Um, no.
Temptation Treats? Blank stare.
Tuna? I'm offended you even offered.
Milk? Hmmm...I shall slurp twice and walk away.
Cheese? Intriguing, but no thanks.
BUTTER???? WTF??
Water? Fine. I'll take THREE slurps. You happy now???
No. Mom was not happy.
He woke me up this morning around 6:00 a.m., so I give him props for waiting for my usual rising time. He was in good spirits so I gave him his insulin and his antibiotic. Then tried the food. Nope. Nothing. Fine.
But he was soooo clingy. He couldn't be more than a foot or two away from me at any time. He was underfoot in the kitchen - a room he doesn't like to enter. He usually sits at the edge of the carpet and waits for me to come out. Underfoot in my bathroom when I was trying to get ready. Never did that before. Followed me around like a shadow, begging for something. Lovin' yes. Food, no.
I even sat down near his food since he was so determined to be where I was. He would have none of that nonsense. It was the only time he wouldn't come near. I was starting to lose patience.
Then he yakked up his meds. I called the vet. "Bring him in and we'll do a blood test".
Off we went. His blood sugar was 42 (yesterday was 262) and he yakked up the meds they gave him. Since he wasn't eating and I had to go to work, they wanted to keep him in case he went hypoglycemic. Or whatever he was at risk for. They'll send his bloodwork in and see if there is something else going on.
Damn cat. Making me all worried. Grrr.
Just kidding, Elvis. I love you more than anything so get better. And eat your %^$#*% FOOD!!!
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But you've left him in good hands today. Hugs and hope all is well later.
Amy, I missed your earlier Elvis posts. What a mess! Is the Kitty Spa keeping you updated throughout the day? Here's hoping he snaps out of this. Maybe it's just the fever affecting him. At least the hospital will be able to hook him up to liquids and nutrients on an IV.
Hang in there!
I was going out of my mind this morning, which is always good when dealing with animals. Elvis was not happy about going to the vet. I told him, "It's your own goddamn fault we're going to back the vet. If you would just eat your FOOD and drink your WATER, you could have stayed home!!!"
Poor baby. If he hadn't been so clingy this morning, I would have cut him more slack.
And your poor mom. She was probably going out of her head with you as well. I'm glad you are back to with the eating these days. :-)
Thanks. He's back down to 100, he was close to 103 yesterday. It's only been two hours, so I thought I'd check in a little later on. I'll have to grab some work to take home and go get him before traffic snarls up at the end of the day.
I would be a nervous wreck (again) if he was home without any observation. He doesn't know how to dial 911.
My best friend is diabetic, so I'm all too familiar with the whole routine.
Come on Elvy!! Eat your food, baby. Come on, good boy --- you're worrying your wonderful mommy --- EAT!!
I hope the day at the spa helps him, Amy.
((huggs to you both))
perhaps he needs to stay at the vet's (sorry Elvy!) for a couple of days so he can stay on IV fluids for a day or two, until he's over his illness and has regained some strength.
poor, poor, Mr. Wuv-Wuv. maybe he was so clingy this am b/c he realizes something is wrong: "what's wrong with me? why am I not eating? I spurned Temptation Treats? and tuna? tuna???!! mom, I'm sick and scared"
I just called the vet's. He ate some this morning and hasn't vomited again. Yay! He doesn't get 'released' until after 2:00 p.m. I feel better having him there, even if he doesn't like it.
Poor Mr. Wuv-Wuv, indeed. My heart was breaking because all he wanted was to be held and to be near me, but I couldn't get him to eat for the world. My sweet kittums.