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[pameladean]

I suppose things could still go pear-shaped, but at the moment Aristophanes seems much better. I was in tears last night because he wouldn't eat; it wasn't just that, but he did that whisker-curling, turn-the-head-away thing of a nauseated cat, and I had a terrible flashback to lying on the hallway floor in our old house at five in the morning, offering a saucer of salmon Fancy Feast diluted with warm water to my beautiful white Sukey Tawdry, and having her make that exact same face. She did not get better.

Ari, however, was apparently just tired of salmon. He snarfed some chicken cat food in a very natural way, and Raphael reported that he spent the night rocketing in and out of the upstairs and finishing up the plate of food. He is moving much faster and more naturally than he was, and demanded to go outside on his leash. I didn't even put on sunscreen. At least he missed the monarch butterfly that was darting around laying eggs on the milkweed. He might have missed anyway; it was pretty fast.

I had better go work on my book. Thanks again for all the kind words, and for the advice on feeding sick cats. I know I will need it in time.

Pamela

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[pameladean]

Yes, the veterinary assistant at the U said the same thing. That was all he would eat yesterday, and not as much as I wanted him to. Today he is amenable to a more varied menu.

P.

[dejla.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. The 'I'm not really sure I like this anymore'. Domino used to pull that one.

And heat, as the poster below said. Heat will definitely kill appetite. I've been laying a wet hand-towel over my poor fat dachsie, MagPie, at night. And rubbing her down with a mixture of water and rubbing alcohol.