|"Nope, not one bite!"|
Of course, I am in panic mode. The Hubby, however, has a cool refusal to get freaked out. He has the patience of saint! Everything that I've read says a cat must have water, or else bad things start happening. Most cats get water from their food, and Angel is no exception. The fact that she was listless and wouldn't even walk over to her food bowl is so contrary to her usual self. My hand was hovering over the phone, ready to call the veterinarian. I even smeared some food on her front paw, to get her to lick it off and maybe rekindle her appetite. She licked, but then napped.
This morning, I woke early to seek her out. Angel was more lively, and even fought off one of my clinches! There was litterbox evidence that her system is going what it should. When I left for work a few hours ago, she still hadn't eaten anything, but she at least approached the bowls to sniff. We haven't called the vet's office yet, as The Hubby promised to find some way of tempting her to eat more, with tuna or catnip or treats during the day today. I have asked him to call me with updates.
She could have a hairball, or managed to eat a bug that is making her feel sick. It's been seasonably warm, so it can't be the heat even though we do not have central air conditioning. My line in the sand is tonight; she eats or we visit the doc on Wednesday.
The Hubby and I have been so laser-focused on Chucky's intestinal issues; watching him as if he were a ticking cat bomb, waiting to explode! And he does explode, by running around the house then finding a corner to hide in. But we noticed Angel's lack of enthusiasm right away; we rarely EVER have to pick up a bowl with food still in it with Angel around!
Addendum! The Hubby just called, said there has been no change in the cat situation, since he was out of the house running errands. Now he plans to work on enticing Angel to eat something. AND THEN he had the nerve to call me a CAT HELICOPTER MOM! Well...yeah....duh!