So glad that KFC is doing better.
PURRS sent for her to keep getting better and
PURRS for your frazzled nerves.
Give her a scritch from us
Hug
Kyla and Clowder
"Christina Websell"
Dang me if this cat won't be the death of me! My nerves have been in
shreds lately what with her having to be hospitalised a few weeks ago,
recovering slowly from that, going missing and me doing all the climbing
over fences searching, getting found and going downhill again with no
appetite, return to TED for injections with warning of days to live,
pooing all over, return to TED, have a slight difference of opinion, get
poo meds that he is confident I won't be able to give, spend all my spare
time cooking things she *might* want to eat and trying to get her to eat
them and hide the meds somehow.
I feel worn out and exhausted.
HOWEVER!! I think it's all been worth it. She stopped having diarrhoea
about 36-48 hours after I managed to get a bit of her crushed tab into her
somehow twice a day. TED prescribed a quarter tab but looked at me out of
the corner of his eye and said "well, maybe a bit less.." I doubt he has
seen such a small adult cat.
I've stopped giving her the tablets today because we have seen no poo at
all since it all settled down. I don't want the opposite problem.
She is eating as well as she did before. She's had two meals of catfood
today (although she did leave a bit of it and begged later for chicken,
which she got.) She feels so much heavier already when I pick her up and
less frail.

I read each and every post everyone sent and appreciated every one. Some
suggestions I could not do, we do not seem to get baby food here that is
all meat, for example. I got her some baby food last time, the best I
could do was "vegetables and turkey" which she raised her eyebrows at and
said "you are joking, aren't you?"

KFC is sitting on the arm of the chair next to me as I am typing this and
keeps headbutting my hand and rubbing her cheeks on the keyboard. She
almost never bothers me when I am on the computer.
Maybe she is trying to say" thank you to you all for my purrs and
prayers." She is purring up a storm herself. This is not a dying cat any
more.
Now all I need to see is a nice firm poo in the litterbox and I will say
she's fooled us all again, (including TED) ;-)
Fortunately I will not need to be admitted to a psychiatric ward as I
already have a counsellor provided by my employer when a manager nearly
bullied me into oblivion. It was his bad luck he came on Wednesday and
got a whole month's worth of Kitty Farmcat;-) He is a very nice man and
has a cat himself.

Tweed