On and Off Again

It's time for Formerly Feral Friday in Henryville.

Henry's now had eight of his ten chemo treatments.

His eating slowed, when we realized that the mousse-style cat food was giving him diarrhea.

Switched him to the same food that Da Boyz eat, and which Henry had eaten before, and for a little while, he was chowing down, and his litter box leavings were solid.

Then, he would only nibble a bit at his food, so I searched for a new canned food that he ate ravenously, as did Manny and Chili Bruce.

But now, Henry has loose stools again!

Hoping his system gets used to the newest stuff, because he will NOT eat anything else.

Sorry, Henry, to tell the world about your litter box leavings.

I'll give you an extra squeezie to pay for my over-sharing.

But...dang it all, you are so CUTE.

❤️

Bossy

It's Formerly Feral Friday.

Henryville has been hopping!

Sultry.

Henry, in charge.

"Hey, I'm sleeping here!"

Although we don't yet have the blood and urine test results yet as of this post, the Monday vet visit was inciteful.

We discussed each of his meds, his food, and his habits, including loose stools.

The vet gave me prescriptions for specialty foods, for cats with intestinal woes.

Before traveling that path, we decided to see if he'd enjoy the canned food that Manny and Chili Bruce eat, and what Henry used to lick up before he didn't.

I opened a can, and Henry ate it down.

And he ate the next bowl, and the next.

Guess what I found deposited in the litter box Thursday morning?

Tootsie rolls, if that's not too graphic.

Of course, Thursday afternoon, he's avoiding that food.

What a sassy, bossy cat!

He's doing this his way, and his humans and veterinarian need to get used to it.

Will accept this cattitude; perhaps it means he's feeling better.

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It's Formerly Feral Friday.

We chose to no longer wait to see our regular vet at the scheduled Friday morning, and on Thursday evening went to Advanced Animal Emergency.

I'd been able to scoop up Henry and stuff him into his carrier in a minute (!)

Other than being skittish, Henry allowed being weighed, his heart listened to, and his gums were pink.

Then he was whisked away for a blood draw.

The veterinarian reported:

1. Suspected upper respiratory infection, per blood work

2. Conjunctivitis in right eye

3. Some dental disease

He received a Covenia antibiotic shot, good for 14 days.

Tobramycin opthalmic solution drops in right eye every 8 hours for a week.

Gabapentin anti-anxiety liquid by mouth every 8-12 hours for 10 days.

1/2 of a Cyproheptaine appetite stimulant pill by mouth every 12 hours for 3 days.   

He's wearing a cone, which makes it easier to administer medications for me, but he's not a fan.

Will settle my nerves before I move from blogger mode into my nursing role.

Was also given instructions on syringe-feeding Henry, should we get to that point.

His weight remains just under 10 lbs/4.5 kg.

My first emergency vet visit, and while it took a few hours, the staff was wonderful to Henry and me.

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Uneasy in Easyville

It's Formerly Feral Friday, and Henryville has been a snoozefest.

Henry spends a tiny bit of time playing with toys, then he climbs on the bed to enjoy his dreams in softness and warmth.

However, this human has been concerned as Henry stopped eating his meals, preferring to only lick churu sticks, like those pictured below.

There have been no changes to his food, same bowls as always, and no differences noticed in his litter box depositing.

This began on Tuesday, so by the time this post appears, he's either over whatever it was, or I've scheduled a vet appointment.

Oh, H Man, please eat your dinner!

~UPDATE~

Called the vet's office Thursday afternoon, and was told that if I could bring him in right away, they'd have time to see him.

Whelp...Henry removed 'formerly' from his FERAL!

He hissed, he jumped, he pooped, he growled, and he ran like the wind, and hid like a ninja!

Gotta admire his stamina.

The pic above is Henry perched on the railing overlooking the stairs below, and that's when I called a halt to persuading him into the carrier.

He did NOT go to the vet.

We'll be keeping an eye on him, and hope he'll return to his usual eating manner, and doesn't try to kill me in my sleep in retribution.

❤️