At least she’s not destroying the village.
Just a little update.
Scratchy is doing great, his fur is growing in, and we’re doing a better job on regulating his food intake.
A funny little thing we’ve noticed….
“See? I can pose with vegetables just as well as that slacker brother of mine can. And I’ve got pumpkins! Take my picture!” Feline sibling rivalry. It’s exhausting.
I was working the latter half of a double when Bill texted me to say that Scratchy’s tube was out. Feeding tube…out. No one took it out, mind you. At least, none of us humans. We were all at work or at school, so somehow…the tube came out. It had been stitched in place where… Continue reading Taking Matters into His Own Paws
Just moments before I took this picture, Scratchy was chewing on the garlic stalks to the right of the above picture. He’s also been chewing on plastic bags and wrappers when the opportunity presents itself. Definitely getting back to his old self.
The kids holler for me any time Scratchy is spotted exhibiting normal, aka pre-Scary Sickness, behavior.
“Mom! Scratchy’s eating!”
“Mom, come quick! Scratchy’s drinking water! Out of his bowl!”
“Mom! I saw Scratchy use the litterbox! He pooped!”
There is no privacy here.
I had a message on the answering machine this afternoon from Scratchy’s veterinarian – his blood work came back and while he’s not back to normal, his numbers have improved remarkably (the Dr’s word).
I’d had a long day, I was tired, headachy, and verging on weepy-for-no-reason. Then I got that message and suddenly I felt better about things.
He had a few bites of food this morning.
Did the same thing yesterday morning.
Alex got him to eat a little bit of canned food the evening before that.
So that’s progress.
This morning when I opened the bedroom door I was greeted by a white and gray cat who meowed cheerfully at me before brushing past my legs to inspect the premises.
I was so surprised I knocked on the bathroom door and hissed at Bill to open the door. He came out, brushing his teeth, and I pointed delightedly at Scratchy, who was meandering around the laundry baskets.
“He hasn’t done this in so long!” I said happily.
It’s a good sign.